My People

As I grow strong my community grows weak
My brother!!! My brother!!!
On the block every week
Making sells, selling death, no regrets, making moves with the tech
I asked him why he's doing this, he said he's the best
I told him "Go to school get some education"
He said "no drugs and money is my motivation
And if a dude try to test me I pop quiz him"
So as he told me that
I looked into his red veiny eyes and seen the devil in disguise
I hurried and looked away because I couldn't believe my eyes
And when I turned my head back
It was to late he was shot 5 times
2 shots to the head 3 to his spine
Now all I hear is his momma crying
She's crying on my shoulder
My brother!!! My Brother!!!
You was so young, now your life is over
Blinded by sin, as you all can see
The blind society or the society of the blinded??
As I grow strong my community grows weak

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