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Now this poem right here is going to change a man/ This is going to stretch out like elastic bands/ From Dallas to Indiana to Alaska man/ This is going to go down in black history man/ See we rap about guns violence and sex tapes/ Older brother’s that take young girls and still rape/ What happen to our pride and our self-esteem/ What happen to our passion and our wildest dreams/ What ever it was, it was down right sorry/ We rather postpone leadership to buy a Ferrari/ And a lot of our young girls are wearing make-up/ And a lot of our young brothers sell drugs to purchase Jacobs/ And that’s the same fellow who forgot his latex/ Now his girl got AIDS and not mention she pregnant/ Now her brother is mad and he’s ready to cap (shoot) him/ But that’s why I’m here for, for words of inspiration/ Now the girl is doing fine but she had sex before marriage/ But the baby couldn’t make it so she had a miscarriage/ Now she so depressed, she’s headed for drugs from needles, To crack pipes trying to find that love/ All in the wrong places the devil in different faces/ She’s stripping at strip clubs, for tips so she can make it/ And the brother who got her pregnant he’s just sitting back and Laughing and/ Got gassed (shot) a couple weeks ago for drug trafficking/ Yeah, see he paid the price/ Took God’s gift for granted the gift of life/ Now getting back to the girl she’s happy her man gone/ She used to be dark skin, but he beat her bad, now she’s Redbone/ Her hair’s grown/ Back from wearing he use to snatch it out/ And on top of that kicked her out her own house/ So she had enough one day/ And pulled out his AK (gun)/ And said “The day you touch me again, you’ll die the same day”/ But that was before he died, and she’s making it now and/ Got her master’s degree and she’s making a hundred thousand/ Dollars each year, and daily she prays/ Pays five grand on medicine because she still has AIDS/ And I wish the poem could end, but it’s sad to say/ Of what happen to this girl still goes on and happens today/
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