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Hot Bullet Words
With a mad engine roar and a burn tire bounce Tinted windows rolled down, shiny metal mouths spitting angry lead out Heated conversations ... hot bullet words Three dead bodies on the ground, drive-by message was heard Street pharma territories owned by mob gun, is now coveted by another greedy drug baron Send the cattle to the corral gate side, tell all the ponies and fillies to hide Shoot a text flare out with a gang OK sign, once the dust settle and the body count climb At night, I can ghetto hear it all the time — ambulance blaring and 3 a.m. crying Heated conversations ... hot bullet words Three dead bodies on the ground, drive-by message was heard After midnight, I do ghetto dream it all the time — hearing police sirens and 911 medics trying Seems like every night, I can hear it all the time — Heated conversations ... hot bullet words flying Then cold steel silence signals somebody is dying In the quiet dawn, I feel the rising ghetto sunshine; and this warms me for a little while, til I see the tale of the yellow tape unfurled As the blood-stained pavement lay silent ... before day’s end, more hot bullet words will again be heard
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