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As I observe the livelihood of people

I discovered a truth that was deceitful

To those unwilling to see

It is them who intervene

With total cooperation

The aspects of their lives

Is ride or die

Another mother cries

Diminishing lives

Desensitized to their surroundings

Walking around blinded

To what they’ll never see

Reflecting each other

Not knowing what else to be

But that Nigga on top

Sporting hoes

Slangin crack on the block

Riding a car making pedestrians stop

In Aw by a nigga

Singling him out as a unique figure

Tryna be Jigga

In the rhymes he spits

Bragging about cars and the hottest bitch

Is beyond redundant

But the GHETTO LOVES IT

Not wanting to move above

This state of mind

Sacrificing one’s life to shine

Come a dime a dozen

In husbands, sons, uncles, and cousins

Repeated by generations

I pray there’s a Thugz Mansion

Cause Niggas ain’t making it to heaven

Lifestyles are the deadliest weapon

Leading to final destinations

Inflicted upon self

Giving up life to achieve wealth

To them perceives to be power

Creating Ghetto Scholars

Soliciting followers

Manufactured Ghetto dreams

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THEE  ALMIGHY DOLLAR