| Young city boys and girls
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| Decide for yourself what’s right or wrong c’mon
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| Don’t let a rap song
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| Tell you how you gotta act
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| You gotta use more brains than that
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| Young city boys and girls
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| Decide for yourself what’s right or wrong child
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| Don’t let a lifestyle that you caught up on the box
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| Go and tell you which way to rock
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| I grab mics so it’s my obligation to make sure that there’s no contamination
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| No ill virus, can you dig it just like Cyrus
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| If your style is stank, you walk the plank 'cause I’m a pirate
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| Why you violent?
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| Is it 'cause you’re immature, insecure and childish
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| Or is it 'cause it sells records and you think it’s stylish
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| The kids around my way be blinded by that garbage
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| Strange, we need to rearrange, something’s got to change
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| Your mind’s been conditioned, trained, take a listen to the people in the game
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| Take a look at what they do, 'cause what they claim is fake and the fame could
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| be fatal
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| But you’re born to make mistakes, flesh and blood only human
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| Go all the youth consuming, lies with no solution, guns and prostitution ain’t
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| the path to evolution
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| Cut the bullshitI pity that style that you’re using
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| 'cause you choose to do what he does, not your own
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| You’re a follower following and the leader’s always cheated
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| Believe it, whatever I say I live and breathe it
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| Young city boys and girls
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| Decide for yourself what’s right or wrong c’mon
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| Don’t let a rap song
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| Tell you how you gotta act
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| You gotta use more brains than that
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| Young city boys and girls
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| Decide for yourself what’s right or wrong child
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| Don’t let a lifestyle that you caught up on the box
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| Go and tell you which way to rock
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| We grow like trees but the forest full of youth get chopped at the roots and
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| that’s the sad ass truth
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| It’s an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
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| To the bullet, to the trigger, to the gun some shoot
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| And some get the boot while other got no couth
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| Some are living Buddhas and we be the living proof
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| Walking on the shores of truth without a clue
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| Tell me what do you do when no one understands you
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| You gain self hate or else you elevate
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| Frustrated, damning fate, illuminated, feeling great
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| Dominated by the papes, emancipated by the power of my own mind
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| Diamond like on the mic
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| Tonight this is dedicated to the children
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| Yesterday they killed one in my next door building
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| And the killer was too young to see the pen
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| He said I shot him 'cause he didn’t represent
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| And the victim was barely pushing 10
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| Got shot because he didn’t represent C’mon
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| Young city boys and girls
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| Decide for yourself what’s right or wrong c’mon
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| Don’t let a rap song
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| Tell you how you gotta act
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| You gotta use more brains than that
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| Young city boys and girls
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| Decide for yourself what’s right or wrong child
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| Don’t let a lifestyle that you caught up on the box
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| Go and tell you which way to rock
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| Decide
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| Guitar solo
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| Young city boys and girls
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| Decide for yourself what’s right or wrong c’mon
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| Don’t let a rap song
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| Tell you how you gotta act
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| You gotta use more brains than that
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| Young city boys and girls
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| Decide for yourself what’s right or wrong child
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| Don’t let a lifestyle that you caught up on the box
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| Go and tell you which way to rock |