Let me break it down for you one time.. Breaker, breaker 1, 9.. I'm tired of all this crime, tired of the violence, it's my turn to shine.. Too many gun shots, too many street, and corner drug blocks.. What is your life coming too.. why can't people get along?? Why, can't we start it just me and you?? It's a sad, sad story.. mama at home crying for God's glory.. Hoping one day things would change, hoping the love would remain.. It's a mess we live in, not enough good but much more sin.. Who gonna make a difference, who gonna start to make sense, somebody gotta stand up, yall gotta stop being so corrupt.. Stop turning your head, when someone you don't know end up dead.. Don't let the cops frisk you, and handcuff the innocent.. Don't let them make you stupid when you really intelligent.. Come together, stick together.. Prove that your gonna remain together through the good and bad weather..
Nique #22
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