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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Majority Report
« on: October 23, 2008, 01:00:09 PM »
People were scarred before the third world came/
Hoppin on the train/ outside it starts to rain/
95% felt the hunger and the pain/
While 5% are ballin in the money and the fame/
From stolen cars and guns/ graduated to the ‘caine/
Their market was the youth wit blood cruising thru the veins/
With politician dreams of fieldin calls and switchin lanes/
Campainin for a ballot/ that’s an X beside the name/
Diplomas on the walls with the pictures in the frames/
Plus the newspapers and the local magazines/
The teens around the corner start to dream/
Of movin out the hood with the same crooked scheme/
Chasin after green/the jealousy make em scream/
My music in the background/ a Rap Scholar’s theme/
A spit kickers dream/ inspired by the scene/
Supplied by a cabbie tryna keep his hustle clean/
Thinkin cream, but/
Wouldn’t you shoot? / If you were told to shoot/
When the youth run amok/ up in the streets start to loot/
Takin down the spears and machetes from the roof/
While the heads are preachin deep revolution from the booth/
The governors/ the MP’s/ they shoulda told the truth/
But they rather sport the suits/ than meet the problem at the root/
Of course we aint better off than we were before/
But let me drop this/ this is my majority report…

Chief Rocka - Open Mic / DOE MY DEAR
« on: October 22, 2008, 11:18:34 AM »
doe we fiend/we much need more/
we dream we flow to crowds and jam packed floors/
rays of light that shine all day/ at night
we pray we live/ survive street fights/
me, myself and i feel helpless/
eyes are red/ i've seen the best men die/
far from home and grown men cry/
they mourn wit tears that last for just that long/
so my friends they laugh/ sip quarts of gin
wit next of kin, we just must win/
lies we tell to stay way far from jail/
and yet we dwell in concrete hell/
T's we cross and I's we dot/
respect the boss and jump his spot/
thats all he's got/
the doe we fiend is square ones black to green/
we share with teams and fair black queens...

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