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kids is what make me feel so good, see you looking at the glory that's coming up into the future of life, see the younger youth is what's gonna make everything to keep going, after i done passed down the hill, young and black!, don't you know, that it's true, that for me, and for you, the world is a ghetto, then there's a lot of funky things in this country, and there's a lot of good things too, but there's more funky than good, we've changed some for the best, awful lot of cases for the worst, and some, they have not changed at all, walking down the street, foggy eyes, looking at the sky, starry eyes, searching for a place, weary eyes, crying in the night, teary eyes, don't you know, that it's true, that for me, and for you, the world is a ghetto, dude, we got to get our minds together!, anytime a brother was shot another brother in his own neighborhood, then go to his funeral and turn over his own casket, they need to have the police down there, cause see the niggas is n.a.a.c.p, niggas ain't actin' like colored people, if i can't work and make it, i steal and take it, they come up to me with a nigga who can put air in a bottle and sell it, he can do it man, a nigga can sell anything, as i watch the sky change colors, the rain flooded the neighborhoods of the black brothers, the black mothers are stressing, the coroners have covered, another statistic, episodes of a cold summer, the street runners got the same legs of michael johnson, the fast life surpassed life beyond the conscience, profanity in the air, the children use the content, the vanity's in the air, that louis bag: haunted, the black girl with the hair, that's kind of coarse, her baby daddy's in court, she smoking on a newport, seventeen with dreams of becoming a stripper, or becoming an aids victim while touching them zippers, the life that we living in, things we would do just to live again, how can an angel forever live in sin?, don't you know, that it's true, that for me, and for you, the world is a ghetto, you know, anybody that uses somebody else to gain is pimpin', well, i tell you what soul brother, lookie here, can't nobody pimp you but your pimp ass self, you understand?, then there's a lot of funky things in this country, and there's a lot of good things too, but there's more funky than good, shit ain't gettin' better, we've changed some for the best, awful lot of cases for the worst, and some, they have not changed at all

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Artist: bj the chicago kid