| Yo,
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| Oh,
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| At first glance its like cupid hit,
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| Mesmorised by her thighs and her hips.
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| So, she went ahead and find a man wit some chips,
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| And left school when she cop da whip.
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| Caught in the game,
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| Locked in the speedin lane.
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| Livin a life for money, drugs and fame,
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| But true love is what she cant entertain.
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| And every chance she get shes given the blame.
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| Then she askin why,
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| I told she was livin a lie.
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| When I told her she started to cry.
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| Dont just sit and let life pass you by,
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| And I slowly wiped the tears from her eyes.
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| I told her to take it slow,
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| Girl give it time to flow,
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| And from a seed to a flower youll grow.
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| So many seeds on the street,
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| No sunshine but always heat.
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| And lives are lost at every heartbeat.
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| I told her take it slow,
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| Girl give it time to flow,
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| And from a seed to a flower youll grow.
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| So many seeds on the street,
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| No sunshine but always heat.
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| Drownin in poverty and deceit,
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| But black roses grow from concrete.
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| He got a family to feed,
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| So every night he out on the street,
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| Shottin poison to young mothers and youths dem,
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| Coz he feel it the only way to keep his peeps on they feet,
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| Makes ends meet,
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| And gets his own up out of poverty.
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| Until one night,
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| He came home to find his mother cry,
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| She pointed to the floor and he saw a trail of his supply,
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| She led him to his room to find his brother on his bed,
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| Track marks,
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| Needle in his arm and stone cold dead.
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| And suddenly,
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| They all flashed before his eyes,
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| The kids that he sold to,
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| And they mothers cries.
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| Every child is someones child
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| You affa a mind what u do,
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| Cos karma gunna bring the drama back on you.
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| Do what you gotta do,
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| But nigga when it comes to them youths,
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| There is no excuse,
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| Our future that,
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| We supposed to nurture that,
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| Nah lettin nuttin or nobody hurt that.
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| Do what you gotta do,
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| But nigga when it comes to them youths,
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| There is no excuse,
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| Our future that,
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| We supposed to nurture that,
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| Nah lettin nuttin or nobody hurt that. |