my young black male
my young black male please listen to what i say cause the streets out here are no good for you today you go around town calling yourself a blood or crip just so you can go and steal someone else whip you can be anything you want in this world a doctor lawyer or the president of the united states but you rather be out there in the streets being a street pharmacist take a look at yourself in the mirror instead lieing to others think bout what you doing you go round talking bout society lie to you which you are lieing to yourself quit what you doing before you become another number not even thinking bout your mother my prayers go out to you my young black male.
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