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Life and death lay around us Four pounds and pounds a verb from out of towners It's hard to stay grounded We stay high, thats why old folks down us Lost, nobody found us, the force that sorrounds us Ain't with us, they get us on the ground and hit us We paint pictures of the chains under their names and scriptures Removed from earth, only to return through birth Knew this girl sellin her body, wish she knew what it was worth. Between God and trash, lookin in every car that pass With a walk that suggests head, to milk niggaz she was breastfed She know dairy so she say cheese to get bread In the area where it's more weaves and less dreads Kinda scary, amongst theives and base-heads Said it was her toes, but I could tell her soul hurt She was cold Turk, growin up she got to know hurt very well in a world where self hate is overt Her step-father that he was Ike, so her mother he striked she got to like like minded niggas, who liked crimes and figures Doin white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked her In the ass, it used to be thicker Life is fast, some choose to be quicker I remember in high school she had a passion to sing Now she see herself in a casket in dreams These are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream On our jeffersons y'all but we forgot the theme In the Chi, we even rootin for a garbage team This queen never seen herself on this Corner She still wanna see California But this is her world
"I'm one of the world's great survivors. I'll always survive because I've got the right combination of wit, grit and bullshit."
© Don King
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