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Date Posted: 06:10:44 12/16/07 Sun
Author: Slo-Motion
Subject: Curse of Currency

Curse of Currency

"Money is evil" thats what he said when he wallked away
taking dollars from an eyewitness that won't Talk today
Tommorow or ever again for what its Worth
He walked right down the Street blood on his polosport shirt
The baddest of bad guys a dealer with street Cred
Haters couldn't face him head on they put prices on his head
found out he wasn't dead so they Raised the bounty
in kingz county where they can smell a nigga softer than Downy
and if your the vulnerable type they'll make your life Hell
the youth can count a stack of 100's before they can Spell
street knowledge got yungn's riding benz fore' they copped licenses
its the code of the street so a real niggas Writing It
fighting with rival crews they live just a few blocks away
Automatics busting sombody grandma called the Cops today
its a cycle that won't stop even if the Bad Man gets popped
GPS tracking his movements even found out where he shops
Went to his mini-Mansion and shot off all the Locks
took everything inside even his new Nike Shox...
they took everything my nigga had
he was an aspiring Artist and a Proud Dad
Starstruck clouds had rained on our parade
So many days we'd calculate ways out the Hood
So our families could finally Escape
Just when the masterplan was coming to Fruition
They laid my homie out with hollow-tip ammunition
dead and gone all we got is tearful Memories
Dreams of gated communities and sunny skies will never Be
Maybe somewhere in Conneticut but not in this Ghetto
Where if you shoot a nigga that shot-a-nigga you get a Medal
Wanna cry but gotta be a man for my younger Brothers
absentee father and a relapsing drug addict Mother
Sometimes I wanna kill motherfuckers and be Ungrateful
but Grandma singing amazing Grace makes me less Hateful
In school I'm the autistic kid no one ever Speaks To
Teachers say "He'll be just fine" cause they're openly deceitful
Face-to-face with pure evil when the final Bell chimes
no meaning or purpose behind a lost Black Male's Rhymes
Where do thugz really go when they REPENT of their heinous Crimes
is it Ghetto Heaven?
forever haunted by the Curse of Currency

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