An Urban Tale
John was a youngin'
John was living for life, whether gunnin' or runnin'
John thinks for John
John sees no end in sight, he'll break down the wall
John lives by fear
Destiny looked at John through a .44, but as if he care
John goes the distance
John knows life's short, so he cashed in an instance
John knows the streets
John knows where to ball and when to retreat
John loves to shine
John stays on top and dares not decline
John loves the sex
All the damsels in the hood loves the diamonds he flex
John lived for John
When that wall came tumbling, it was too big, he too small.
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