Once upon a time there was a boy who died
You see, he ran and ran until his body became parched
He ran and ran until he
Couldn't run no more
He finally ran to his father
His blood dripped from his fingertips
He said
"Father, father, will you forgive me of my sins?
I'm tired of running, father"
His father then said
"What have you been running from, my son?"
He then replied, "I've been running from myself, father"
You see, when this boy was just 12 years old he was first exposed
His adolescent mind exposed to crime
Crying about the Black stigma stains the mind
The mind of young niggas from east side
To west side, from east side to west side
From south side to your side
From your side to my side
His daddy told him keep his head high
You see, he wishes to soar like the redeye
But the chains from his mind won't let that Black boy fly
His grandmother reminded him
"Son, you drive too fast"
Yet he applies pressure to the gas
His grandma prays her baby don't crash
His mind filled with what one may consider trash
But one's man trash
One man's trash
Be it so the lustful titties that hang low, hypnotize the mind
They stick the funk to your veins
They freak-freak your nasty membrane, they
Mmm, but never mind that
Back to the Black revolution
They told him beware of the boys in blue
The boys in blue
They hopped the Black streets
Since way back when
They ride high in white sheets
Hanging Black fruit from Black trees
Grandma falls to her knees
As kinfolks around on their knees
They scream murda
Murda
Murda
Murda
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Once upon a time, there was a boy who died
A boy who hadn't woke up from day dreams
He runneth from himself while chasing what may seem
Seen between seams of reality
Daisies
Daisies
Daisies
Daisies