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Tip This Fitted
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Poems of a Liberty City Native Man, I can't go another day in games
And see my homes go up in flames;
The world must go on and on,
Until all my brothers are all gone;
How dare The Man stand me in the face
And say the bias does not take place?
I tip this fitted
To my people in the slum;
Much love goes unspitted,
But I know where I'm from.
...I tip this fitted.
Man, I can't stand another minute,
And let my own see jail and go in it;
It's a struggle for us in the hood,
Because our children adore the ungood;
How dare The Man stand me in the face
And say the bias is not the case?
I tip this fitted,
To my people on the grind;
Much love goes unspitted,
I cannot leave y'all behind.
...I tip this fitted.
...to us.
