Things tie together like shoe strings,
or fall apart out of my hands into the ground like loose dreams,
Drugs and Crime'n, pump iron wheres in ghettos theres shootings,
across lines whites settle, but for the matter of groupings
--is racial,
cut the lights, look sideways they tase you,
white mothers and wives, conversate and get facials,
they don't know the life; poverty, diseases fatal,
kids cryin', watchin mama' put coke in her nasal
rappers,rock watches cuz they earn while sold they block,
puttin' ghettos on television, doin' commercial for nikes and soda pop
lives is told, packaged into rhymes and sold
niggaz will die for just diamonds and gold, heh
I'm just in here laughin, watchin shorties on the screen shake they ass'n
a distraction we put upon ourselves, our own music is our assassin
the combination of my mind with music is somethin thats menacin'
light bulbs on top of my head when i write--the mic edison

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