The murder of a teenage life   Fire from the cold steel   The heat from the brights   The temperature of flesh and the shortness of breath   The murder of a teenage threat   The aroma of sesamilia Dollar Superstar   Skama like a new cocaine tobacco leaf   Ecstatic tabernists fire water and freaks   The murder of a teenage chief   My easy speaking is as easy as it seems to be   Hungry belly jamma busts off easily   Balloon bang. POP!   Hot as a bang spot in Bangkok   Colder than a pimp glock   Aim shot, the frame drops   Pressure pushed him to the earth like a rain drop   Take not life in vein   And how the preacher was saying   Remember!   Anyways they laid him in a stray box   Dark suit and gray socks   The neighborhood is all distraught   Candles lit the stoop at the park   Where the family and students are   Confused, in awe   They gape into each others arms   IT’S MURDER!   New absence from a mothers arm   Even the warmth from the mother’s arms   Couldn’t keep her son from harm   From standing where the gun was drawn   Over come, done and done. He’s gone…   MURDER!   Shells fell like a bell that rung   Blood bursts, body temperature fell and plunged   And by the time it took the medics to come   The breath eased out of his lungs   And his soul eased out of the slums   And the voice eased out of the drums   The sirens through their ears, they sung   MURDER!   Telephone wire, sneakers hung   MURDER!   For the Black and young   MURDER!!!!!!!!!!!   And the Aves they from   I am from the block the PRESIDENT DID NOT CAMPAIGN ON   Where the dollar that the working poor slave for is made on   Where hustlers stretch the yay long   And hustle hard for an outpost to trade on   Flip it over and make more   Where the blocks are yellow taped off   Where the young blood is trained on Obese to the Fakesoft   Where the pressure just stays on   But the lights and the heat don’t   The place where you witness the true power of street folk   And that’s where I’m coming from people   High post, low key   Eighth, o-z, and kilo   Law man, dope man   Adversary, amigo   Preacher man, pimp hand   Both folding their C-notes   A Black Fist clutching deliverance for the People   Young hand reach out, strong hand reach in   Slap the devil’s hand to make the fucker stop reaching