| John is a youth growing up in the ghetto.
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| He never trouble no one.
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| He went to school, and was taught the rule,
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| Of how not to be a fool.
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| He knows the streets the corners, and the lanes,
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| Where pebbles just a shower like rain,
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| And with all of that he wasn’t involve,
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| For that’s not his problem to solve
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| No, no. |
| no, no, no So he walked away, away, away
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| And headed up the road
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| There he met his brethren
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| So they start to reason
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| About what was taking place
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| Right in front of their very face.
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| Terrorist crawl in And it’s a awful scene
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| Blood and fire, vapours of smoke
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| And I know that’s not a joke.
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| See it a gwaan down the lane
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| Watch how the people them a run up and down.
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| All over
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| Two man make a dip
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| Then they ease the tool off their hip
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| So they release the clip
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| Shot start fly
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| Man and woman a run up and down
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| All over town
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| See it deh now |