The system is a motha fucka.
Because to the system the minority is just another number.
The system is the biggest gangsta of all.
The system will give you all the tools to ball.
Little do you know your gonna fall.
Think about it.
Guns in the streets.
Liquor stores on almost every block.
People still out here slangin the crack rock.
Just trying to reach the top.
But it's time to stop.
We're playing right into there hands.
Which lands us dead or in prison.
It's time for a new vision.
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Author:
Hoopie (
Offline) - Published: December 10th, 2017 12:39
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That is more real to me than words. Keep keeping it real. No compromise so that some day you can save some lives. Got a neph in the tank now.
Yea I feel u man I got alot of people I've been down the road with lock up or in the game it's sad because there great people man
Good strong write, one day all may see sense - one day.
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