We headed back one mo’ gain
To the mud and the rain
Where the choppas sound off (oxymoron)
And the rocks bleed out
To the mud and the rain
Where the choppas sound off (oxymoron)
And the rocks bleed out
We are leaving the cold A/C
Once more we are called out
Back to the hood
Its just understood
We headed back one mo’gain
To where our homies got merked
To the rain soaked gutters
We don’t nut up
We creepin quiet: but stare only
(Gut squeezes, a minutes hesitation)
“Who will get got dis time by the boys in blue (metonomy)
And for what crime?”
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