| Detroit is bleeding
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| If you’re young black and male
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| You’re more likely to die by violence
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| Than by any other cause
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| Die by violence
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| Die by violence
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| Than by any other cause
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| Like, a whole generation is being wiped out
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| I, like, they just don’t care about, life it’s nothing
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| Gimme the track and I’ll murder it
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| I come from the small town maybe you’ve heard of it
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| Detroit: land of the Cartiers and murderers
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| Where most cats probably keep the burner tucked
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| Blowin' on a zip of that piff
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| Rollin' in stolen trucks
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| My congregation on land mines: we blowing up
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| Put a 45 to your tan line, now hold em up
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| I spit what I know not saying I condone this stuff
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| But that’s your mentality here when your home is fucked
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| We out here tryna make a living or make a killin'
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| Or make a killin' on any nigga that’s livin'
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| Tryna juke cats like Robin Givens
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| You rapper’s my sons
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| I’ve watched you grow from boys to men: Micheal Bivins
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| To you Scotty Pippens who coat-tail and name drop
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| I hope you overdose on this verbal coke and your vein pop
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| Interfere with my growth, it’ll lead to a grave plot
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| Only thing that they’ll find is your DNA at the Save-A-Lot
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| So stop telling these lies
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| Talking about that we ain’t hot
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| The D home of the dopest period
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| Some of then ain’t drop
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| And some of em your favorite rappers, mine too
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| This year cover your mouth nigga, swine flu
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| We everywhere in this city, maybe behind you
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| Even the little kids can probably out-rhyme you
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| You could be halogen based, I’d still outshine you
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| Pay attention to the rhetoric
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| Cheers for etiquette
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| To attack Detroit is to attack black
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| Politicians ran for office, by attacking Detroit
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| Detroit is armed and dangerous
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| More guns than there are people
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| People breakin' in
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| They come down here
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| They see nice houses
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| Oh, now I gotta protect myself from them
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| You know the best is found here though
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| Alot of people call it recession ground zero
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| Responsible for these legend and town heroes
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| On the hunt for these Benji’s and found Euros
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| Monumental murals
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| Murder mig mayhem
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| Make Pakistan look like day camp
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| But the best place to get that A? |
| blammed
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| This ain’t a gang land
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| 'cause everybody hustle here
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| You got a right to be scared
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| You better trust your fear
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| I’m an advocate, spokesperson for cannabis (uh)
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| Savages, surviving the laws of averages (yeah)
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| School system got them acting like they screws missin'
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| The lead beams get red wings on stool pigeons
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| The murder capitol, ain’t nothing that I’m proud about
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| They killed Patrick for everything he lied about (see)
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| My city limits taught many men to divvy digits
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| Ironically, the economy got them being evicted
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| That’s why the rebirth is necessary
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| Everything is secondary
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| To what I’m speaking of is legendary
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| You love your city ain’t no doubt about it
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| Thugs do
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| But the real question is: Do your city love you?
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| See, I’m the one nigga that most niggas will vouch for
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| Should be the mayor, or at least head of city council
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| At least head of city council
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| The truth may hurt, but the truth is
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| Detroit is burning
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| Like a whole generation was being wiped out
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| I, like, they just don’t care about, life it’s nothing |