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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    Pour it out
    How many more gotta die
    How many more mothers gotta cry
    How many more locked away for life
    Just tryin to get a piece of the pie
    The struggle continues, we hate each other
    And we dont know the reason why, petty shit
    Crabs in the back room, holdin each other back
    Until the day we die, uh
    I been droppin knowledge like this for a long long time
    They dont feel me
    When I strive to help the dumb deaf fly
    Long as Im sittin bullshit is just fine
    But when I speak on them, thats when they draw the line
    Conspiracy is a theory, lets promote the black-on-black
    Niggas dont know how to act
    Let em send each other back
    Too many shorties dyin everyday
    Too many niggas bein locked away
    Realize whats really goin on
    And how the black community got so torn
    How many more mothers gotta mourn
    He didnt make eightten and hes livin in the lawn
    Somebody tell me whats that all about
    Theres too many shorties checkin out
    My niggas locked up for a lifetime
    Didnt even get a chance to use his lifeline
    The game is setup for you to lose
    So watch the po-po cause like Tom they cruise
    Focus get cha head straight, fix ya plate
    Learn from others and dont make the same mistake
    Know who you are, where ya at, and where ya goin
    The worst thing about life is not knowin
    Knowledge break it down its know to ledge
    Cause if you dont know the ledge you droppin off edge
    The hood drama is horrific
    Enough ghetto tears for years that could fill up Pacific
    Im not standin here tryin to be no preacher
    But each one, teach one, hope I reach ya
    See Im here to enter brain then I entertain
    Those who lost one in the struggle, I feel ya pain
    Cause everyday somebody else is gettin blown
    But we dont moan until it hits close to home
    Hear me yall cause the numbers seem to multiply
    And thats the reason that I ask myself
    How many more gotta die
    How many more mothers gotta cry
    How many more locked away for life
    Just tryin to get a piece of the pie
    The struggle continues, we hate each other
    And we dont know the reason why, petty shit
    Crabs in the back room, holdin each other back
    Until the day we die, uh
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