| They say the state of your environment
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| Coupled with defiance of societal requirements
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| Is what creates violence
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| That and repetition of pimpin', shootin' and lootin' in media transmission
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| In addition to the negligence of parents due to lots of broken homes
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| Bitterness and broken dreams leads to brittle broken bones
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| So little kids roam the streets like wild-eyed prey
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| Continue in the cycle of decay
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| Every day a vital image of a foolish imitation
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| Is impressioned on a person and becomes an aspiration
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| They wanna acquire the chain the fool had on the flyer
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| They want guns, girls, rings, cars, rims, tires
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| They want heroes but they got liars
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| Those who focus only on material desires
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| And will do whatever necessary to acquire
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| A hot spot on the skewer, roasting in eternal fire
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| So are these young ones the collective sums of the slums they inhabit?
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| Inhibited by violence that borders on pornographic?
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| Or is it that the truth has been slightly fabricated?
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| Borrowed by every rapper, twisted and exaggerated
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| Now it’s incorporated in their bio
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| Shot five times by a wino
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| On the way to sell crack for their auntie’s pimp
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| Now that’s the backstory for that well rehearsed limp
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| As long as it sells
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| That’s the story they’ll continue to tell
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| And these fools keep lying
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| 'Cause you fools keep buying
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| What’s defined as a dream for a young black teen
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| Big stacks of green, sacks by the triple beam
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| Just generations away from being slaves
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| Yet this is how you jigaboo niggers want to behave?
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| Shuckin and jivin'
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| Bug eyed grinning with your ancestors spinning like gyroscopes in their graves
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| Think about it |