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Marvin, Marvin...

There's far too many of us dying...

My mother's crying 'cause I'm not at home...

It's considered attempted murder when I step out my door...

Because the ghetto is nothing but a time bomb...

Just waiting to explode...

I load my mind with street knowledge...

18 years and I aint heard shit about my people...

So it is a must that I attend a Black college...

HEY... LITTLE WALTER...

You better watch out!

Or something is gonna get you...

But I'll hit you on the hip if old boy got that diry clout...

Nigroes strung out off that shit...

Walking around like the living dead...

Professional biggots putting price tags on my head and making bets...

That I won't live to see 25...

So when you ask me my plans for the future...

"I just plan to stay alive..."

Visualizing red skies...

The earth is a bloody battle field...

I scream CANDYMAN 3 times...

And pray the swarm of bees become my battle shield...

Protecting me from the sins & the evil within...

The whole ghetto is cursed...

The average family car in the ghetto is a hearse...

Surrounded by devils in disguises...

Demons scheming up a plot to witness another Black body drop...

Corrupt cops roam my project like filthy pigeons...

Having to adjust to this madness,

Where drive-bys are becoming a religion...

Bang, Bang!

Amen...

Where pappas are rolling stones...

And we're the product of one night stands...

Alcohoic professionals...

On a quest to be a drunk man...

And Ghetto Pharmacists are considered role models where I'm from...

And the school systems are the real drug dealers...

Selling me false education...

As I retire to my window...

I remain a witness...

I close my eyes & realize...

The world's true intentions...

...LET'S ESCAPE THE MADNESS...



Tha Prodigal One...