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Angled at 360 degrees

In the midst of cross-fires

Witnessing homicides in 3-D

While we be...

Slandering the white man,

That black man's death

Lies in his own brother's hands

And the love of money got him killing...

Stealing the tears from his own mother's eyes

In this virtual ghetto

There is no such thing is suicide

Female crack fiends modeling the streets

Like tramps on the runway

THOU SHALL NOT KILL

But I'm hearing gunshots on Sunday

Yellow tape - bodies outlined in chalk

As I walk down the one-way

My ghetto children adopting addictions before a name

No transitions in my hood

The evolution is still the same

And they blame us for their problems

But Corporate America is 70 percent white

Anglo-Saxon males, giving Afro Americans hell

Malicious ass Pigs on the beat...

Beating brothers down in the street

And for what?

For pulling out his door key

In this virtual ghetto

We're all malcontent niggas

Rebellious against a system that's constantly trying to kill us

We're the product of "your" racism

Because y'all made "niggers"

And we built this country

So stop trying to get rid of us

Snatched us up from Africa

And brought us to this racisit infested,

Pestilence persistent America

I was born ghetto blessed

And obtained knowledge from the streets

And will remain in this Virtual Ghetto

Until we unite as a people



Tha Prodigal One...