you would never noticed a poet if he wasn't quoted.
so im rhyming potent as the sacred pipe the chief is holding.
cheefing, smoking, even tho the police hope they catch me loccing
weapons smoking... mama traumatized to leave my casket open
they ain't holding out hope we might reach diplomas
they ain't worried bout the problems that be heaping on us
"what you hiding", "who you robbing", "what you keeping on ya"
bet they'd put a city under water just to keep us under...
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