Originally Posted by
Dusty Bones
Whats the sense of sense in a senseless world?
This one should be easy--
I take a walk through the park at night, living a black life
and while I'm stepping over crack pipes, everybody wants to get high
but nobody really wants to die, they only have fun for a season
but for what reason, plus who do you believe in?
they drink forties with they shorties, telling war stories
some rebel, and some give a glory,
and fame is like a game in the streets
(wassup g) players kicking game to the freaks, crack buildings
packed with black children, entrepreneurs producing stacks by the millions
the young kids they want rings and things
the buildings is flooded up with fiends,
but I stand strong like a black pope
gazeing through the crack smoke,
repent from the pagan ways
I know your mind strays, but just listen to the phrase...
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