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Mos Def » Murder Of A Teenage Life
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	The murder of a teenage life Fire from the cold steel The heat from the brights The temperature of flesh and the shortness of breath The murder of a teenage threat The aroma of sesamilia Dollar Superstar Skama like a new cocaine tobacco leaf Ecstatic tabernists fire water and freaks The murder of a teenage chief My easy speaking is as easy as it seems to be Hungry belly jamma busts off easily Balloon bang. POP! Hot as a bang spot in Bangkok Colder than a pimp glock Aim shot, the frame drops Pressure pushed him to the earth like a rain drop Take not life in vein And how the preacher was saying Remember! Anyways they laid him in a stray box Dark suit and gray socks The neighborhood is all distraught Candles lit the stoop at the park Where the family and students are Confused, in awe They gape into each others arms IT’S MURDER! New absence from a mothers arm Even the warmth from the mother’s arms Couldn’t keep her son from harm From standing where the gun was drawn Over come, done and done. He’s gone… MURDER! Shells fell like a bell that rung Blood bursts, body temperature fell and plunged And by the time it took the medics to come The breath eased out of his lungs And his soul eased out of the slums And the voice eased out of the drums The sirens through their ears, they sung MURDER! Telephone wire, sneakers hung MURDER! For the Black and young MURDER!!!!!!!!!!! And the Aves they from I am from the block the PRESIDENT DID NOT CAMPAIGN ON Where the dollar that the working poor slave for is made on Where hustlers stretch the yay long And hustle hard for an outpost to trade on Flip it over and make more Where the blocks are yellow taped off Where the young blood is trained on Obese to the Fakesoft Where the pressure just stays on But the lights and the heat don’t The place where you witness the true power of street folk And that’s where I’m coming from people High post, low key Eighth, o-z, and kilo Law man, dope man Adversary, amigo Preacher man, pimp hand Both folding their C-notes A Black Fist clutching deliverance for the People Young hand reach out, strong hand reach in Slap the devil’s hand to make the fucker stop reaching
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