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"ed Up!" 

  So you want to know the truth, well the truth hurt, And truth is, shid I ain't the only one doing dirt...
  Moment of silence....? Yeah I let you'll think about it, cause the ed up  you did, could've got violent. 
  My trust all ed up, so rather you're family, friend or foe, I won't allow you to get too close, because y'all the same ones hurt me most. 
  Never let them hold you back, never depend on them to hold you down, King, never forget to pack your heat, Queen, never leave without your crown.  
  Watch the ones you keep in your circle, everybody gotta eat, don't ever get too comfortable, somebody always wants your seat. 
  Pull off that mask , I already knew it was you, just another coward ass nigga, hating on the next man thats trying to make it through. 
  But, niggas forget about the street code, I done seen many niggas fold, just your typical house nigga, that grew some nuts and got bold. 
  You gotta play by the rules, and know the streets don't last long, to be the Man in the streets, you gotta be gorilla strong. 
  I'm just spittin facts, but it ain't like I know what I'm talkin about, I Has my share of it all, shid, still climbing my way out. 
   Our United Nation is all ed up, and our neighborhoods are corrupt, the pressure of living free is high, and our sanity is about to erupt. 
  It's a crazy, ed up world. It's past due for us to unite. It's gonna take a MLK marching attitude, Tupac Voice, with a Malcolm X fight...

- Brashard Booker Sr.

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