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Black hoods, cops 'n projects sewers flooded with foul blockage The gutter's wild and every child watches Changin top locks with ripped off hinges doors kicked off, drunks stag off smirnoff, wipe your beard off Crippled dope fiends in wheelchairs stare vision blurry, cus buried deep in they mind are hidden stories Bet he's a mirror image of that 70's era finished for the rest of his life, till he fades out The liquor store workers miss him but then it plays out so many ways out the hood but no signs say out Mental slavehouse where gats go off, I show off niggas up north, prison-ology talk, till they time cut off You should chill if you short, prepare deep thought to hit the street again, get it on, get this paper and breathe again Plan to leave somethin' behind so your name'll live on, no matter what the game lives on