| In my city is blacks and blocks
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| With avenues and street tops
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| Where people struggle to sleep, Ahk
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| There’s trouble and beef, gold teeth, rocks
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| Get thrown at the higher power, but don’t reach, pops
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| Ain’t home, momma been long gone away
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| So the children run stray
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| Cannibalistic war play, it’s animalistic where I stay
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| The devil wan' play
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| And, too many contestants
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| That’s ever day
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| The level gon' stay where it’s at, stay strapped
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| It’s the mantra recital, it conquers the Bible
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| By any means, see survival
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| When friends turn to rivals it’s liable
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| For these confrontations to be homicidal
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| A dog hollers back at the sirens
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| The pain is so blinding
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| Forgot we all diamonds
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| Ain’t nothing uglier, ain’t nothing prettier
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| Than corner stores, whores, drugs galore
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| Exploitations core, guns and gore
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| I abhor each metropolis between these shores
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| And then I see it, faith in humanity restored
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| An act so selfless that I break out in applause
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| Giving so elvish that it must be Santa Claus
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| In the city, dogs, foaming at the jaws
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| That’s kept the voice of justice in its claws, get the gauze
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| Because it can silence the loudest man
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| Whether concrete, dirt, whether canal or sand
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| You can black top, but the back drop remains
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| With the same plots repeating like famed refrains
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| The stains stare at ya
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| Intensity of character
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| Gotta be Darwinistic,
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| Got a propensity to bury ya
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| Home of the merriest
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| Land of the nefarious
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| Tomorrow is the city that will carry us, prepare |