IT Was 9'o clock i was tryn to get on my snooze
got a phone call said got real bad news
i thought my brother was in a gang or got jumped by a few dudes
they said mam sit down dont stand
i'm thinking i hope its not on the news
cuz it will be channel cruze
a young black man wound up in jail
and couldn't even get bail
now his life is turning into hell
because he got dized by shot some of his crew
this is a dream
glade it didnt come true i wouln't know whata to do REAL BAD NEWS
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