Street Justice Pain
Guess you haven't heard
you're yesterday's news...all bets are off
and it's not even yesterday yet.....
Thought you had it all figured out
had your finger on the trigger to shoot it out
runnin' your mouth like you got game
paradin' the same block...glockin your name
what a shame...what a lame excuse
your abuse of the life you choose
slingin' bling blingin'
in the big house they're singin',your song
which belongs to your active death dealin'
a sad escape from scrapes of a past
you had to know,this show would'nt last
last stand it was CUZ
memory of what was
heat on mean street...your fame still a buzz
as FAM call your name
your enemies still acclaim
fitting response to a game being played
players in action...no concept of traction
flow to the gold,their mark and caption...
Now just a photograph...a telling story
street version memory,a different folk loring....
(we're losing way too many young people
in the war on our streets at home....)
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