Life
Why is that us as black people
Can't live peacefully in the city of brotherly love
Why do we think it's cool for us to rap about
the burners and the gats
Instead of realizing what's happening amongst us blacks
Why is it that we're told to live life to the fullest
But in reality we can't
In reality we can't handle life
We can't handle the
Joys and sorrows that come with living
We can't handle the fact that
The people we love the most aren't going to be here forever
We can't handle the fact that the good really do die young
To young if you ask me
But I will tell you this one thing
We have a responsiblity
To live this thing called life
As if the people we love the most
Were right here with us
And then maybe we can learn to understand
This simple thing known to us as
Life
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