A Ill Perception
in heaven streets are paved with gold so these streets must be hell
cause they're paved with shells dead men tell no tales
of how they got slain
intense screams of pain
lives thrown away can't return like boomerangs
when crack came it took the status quo and flipped it
made broke men to rich men and rich men welfare recipients
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