| In women’s beauty and cosmetic news, not to be taken lightly, the rise in
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| medical malpractise and white market body injection, instances continue
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| Scientists have also found the culprit in the newest cases of head cancer have
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| been linked to the glue used in the ever popular lace front wig
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| Also in sports, as a closing note to the Olympic propaganda charade
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| Salute to the amazing African tracking field athletes
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| Some of who are forced to run under a colonial flag
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| Congratulations Mo Farad, a Somalian who’s gold was stolen once again by Great
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| Britain
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| This Ime Oulu along with 90 Seas Way Informer and this is the Global Hood News
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| Where there’s health neglect there’s no self-respect
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| But what else you expect? |
| Look how they dealt the death
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| We inherited stress, had to bury our best
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| Martin, Malcolm X, bullet holes in they chest
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| We adapt to the struggle, only way we survive
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| Eating scraps from the table but it kept us alive
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| Making something from nothing, still we hope for the best
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| Making miracles happen, daily coping with less
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| Scar string will ban ‘em
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| Scar string will ban ‘em
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| Scar string will ban ‘em
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| Raised in the ghetto, singing songs — called survival
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| But eating soul food to have you dead on arrival
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| Hand on the rifle, other hand on the bible
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| Strong as an ox but look at what you put inside you
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| We resemble your things, do the silliest things
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| No better than you better cause that’s what experience brings
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| Break out of jail but can you break out a fascicle cell?
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| We say we living well, but we living in hell
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| We already been to the other side
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| We ain’t turning back, now we choose a lie
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| To really get by this, and that ain’t right
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| We feel it inside, it’s time to fight
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| We already been to the other side
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| We ain’t turning back, now we choose a lie
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| To really get by this, and that ain’t right
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| We feel it inside, it’s time to fight
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| We glues to the TV screen commercials in-between
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| Crack Donalds, Murda King
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| What happened to eat your greens?
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| Eatin some or anything, abusing Mary Jane
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| Chinese chicken wings, everyday hood thing
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| 5 hour energy, red bull and Hennessey
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| Head bobbin bot the organs full of toxicity
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| Pack a cool menthol, nicotine pick fall
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| They have the nerve to put cool on the pack so they can trick y’all
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| Slave to the Dutch master, colon cancer victim
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| Tell you want a package but we still blame the system
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| No squares in my circle, screw all that sippin purple
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| I’m tryina live to my potential, age is just a number
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| A G preserve his temple, a G control his temper
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| No discipline, you slippin, no toxins in my kitchen
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| Slavery is over cousin, but then at lunch it wasn’t
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| If food is the last plantation then I’m Harriet Tubman
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| Advocating colonics, saving my lungs from chronic
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| But you can’t free a slave unless he knows he’s in bondage
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| (You wanna get freaky? Let’s go)
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| You can’t free a slave unless he knows he’s in bondage |