My Remix Of Lupe Fiasco's Streets On Fire (C) 12-19-08 Poem by Zahir Kijani

She got a tattoo on her belly that read plain and clear
It’s an arrow pointing down sayin inser here
Enter here, but most niggas like to deter fear
As the sirens says no but they don’t seem to hear.
It’s easy to see with this girls shinin green eyes
And easier to hear the sound of the new born cries
When the niggaz hear soon their whole legacy dies
And the blanket of lies unfold and the truth unties
Riduculed ridiculously it’s exposed conspicuously
And the funny thing the plan wasn’t planned too articulately
A whisper and he(pause) wanna go mingle with she
Almost caught in her gaze when she start ticklin me
Maybe tomorrow you could think but it won’t matter soon
Cause it’ll grow til you covered then blown up like a ballon
But whose stopping you, you continue and make it grow like algae
And start messin with girls and when you got her trapped you say shall we
You tell her you gon take her to the Bahamas, Fiji, and Maui
But then she scream that you got AIDS but you’ll only say “Now we”
You’ll fare badly as you start to lose yo skin and ya braids
All cause you was messin with AIDS
The Scientist said it’s only inside my mind
The little boy said we’re infected by the girls
The preacher man said it already killed off the soul
A crackhead said now the whole wide world

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