A Stones Throw From Hell
a stones throw from hell
around the corner from jail
big city of dreams
and small schemes for mail
we touch and go in the 'hood
and it don't look good
young brotha at the park
the little engine that could
the wrong side of the tracks
ya little puffs of smoke
aint from the weed
it's 'cause you don't got a coat
a lifetime of abuse
the nieghborhood is a noose
gettin' tighter everyday so
what the hell is the use
they might call it the game
but to me it's insane
can't deal with the pain
i pray to God for a change
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