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(Picture a no man's land with broken windows, dark abandoned buildings, no law and order. There are carefully demarcated areas controlled by rival bands of armed militia fighting over the rubble. Nearly every night there's sniper fire. It sounds like they root, but in fact its America. Creature of state, local, and federal government. The product of bad politics, failed policy, and official neglect.) Black heart no love, Black heart no love Black heart no love, Black heart no love This is how you make a ganster This is how you make a striper This is how you make a dealer This is how you make a killer Take a hood full of broken folk Then pump it full of crack and coke Pin a cases on all they folk Then snatch away they hope Put the fathers up inside a cell Put the mother body up for sale Put the brother on bond or bail Make it look normal going to jail Thought the system was flawed Found out it's perfected Thought my hood was born Found out that they built it No resources I'm from the bottom its hard to manage If you don't see my disadvantage it's cause you got the advantage Songtexte Naw I don't mumble My stomach grumble Started with the crumbles I'm out the jungle This royal rumble Hope in a Bundle Want me to stumble No I got no quit in me Energy like it's bout ten of me Fri-enemy enemy non of em killing me 3 on my hat like Chance, Trinity I had that sin in me Satan a sucker no kin to me Mixing promethazine looking for remedies God He delivers me now I be UPS It's ah hundred watts up in the dark Dope flood tha streets I might pull up in a ark Reaching tha end of the month and I see that my pockets is sitting on low Boys got me gassed I'm like mask down pistol tucked Knowing that if I hop out with my homie we running inside of this store Devil lurking ahead of us like pull tha strap hit tha register What if it all go wrong my baby is only 11 months old I hear em scream eat! Gazelles die in these streets Running all week in this jungle my people is famished we suffering droughts Deliver me to the father Granny hold me under that water Hustle hard, pray harder Lord I know I'm missing that mark Purple codeine flood my neighborhood D-Boys on Noah's ark Who is the Fein? who is the dealer? Who is the shooter? who is the killer? Who's the thug? Who is the victim? God deliver these people gone kill us (It exists unseen except by those who live there. Sometimes they come over this way and then I saw this lady and she said something to them. Then she hadn't been home in a minute and they killed her. One time I was playing in the playground and they started shooting back and forth. What are you going to do if the gang bangers come up to you and say we want you to join? I'll tell them no.) Aus Songtexte Mania