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Post by WildCat on Aug 13, 2005 12:48:20 GMT -5
Well this is me Crying for my enemies, I keep them close you see Well this is how it pose to be my love out the street We fighting battles with each other but I find no reason why They stereotype my niggas and they say we always high They said there's more of us in jail but that ain't fair There's just more television coverage in black communities Plus no matter what I write this is how its gonna be Still crying for my enemies See I'm a man and though we beef don't mean I can't feel your pain And I'm growing tired of the media Juvenile as it seems I just wanna get away from things And if this is how it is what the use Of doing anything about it cuz you ain't gone change it anyway, anyway, anyway
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Post by Murda Mami on Aug 13, 2005 12:53:44 GMT -5
Deep song I was feeling it, but you could still elevate
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Post by WildCat on Aug 13, 2005 13:02:27 GMT -5
oh its a poem...i didn't like the way it flowed when it rapped it, so i called it a poem
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