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*Talking In The Background* 
Uh 
The streets of my city be gritty 
Young niggaz pack plenty  and ain't never show no pity 
Many die on streets of concrete  blasted from the heat 
From under the seat  niggaz just tryin' to make ends meat 
Trying to eat  day to day livin' with no religion 
Luxury cars  and this money got my full attention 
School teachers and the preachers don't know what to teach us 
They don't get a second look without them ghetto features 
Created so the non pigmentated rated 
Pornographic caught they children learn the words and say it 
Save the monsters, but don't nobody know the lord 
Status depends on the baddest shit you can afford 
And look at me I'm in the middle of the confusion 
Crime in my blood and I need a transfusion 
Take it how you wanna take it 
I gotta twist and break it 
Make it shine to distinguish from the ones who fake it 
and if it comes out raw, and uncontrollable 
Money's foldable, fuck a hip-hop quoteable 
Nobody felt what I was feeling when I wrote this shit 
Broke this shit, but that ain't new so I can cope with this 
Hope it get better for those who don't get a chance 
To advance, and dig the shit I be saying 
You know what might make what I say a little clearer 
If mothafuckers judge the one they see in the mirror 
*Talking till the End*

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