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Rasool

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  • 作词 : Brock, Davis, Harris, Scott ...
    His name was Rasool
    Carmel completed boy from the 22
    Rough on the outside
    But on the inside he was cool
    Rasool was a king
    But also a fool
    Back on the block again with the same crew
    Tariq from the west side
    Little John form the avenue
    Always seen um bout a quarter to two
    Shaking hands with everybody
    But at the same time sharing the blues
    And oh how he passed it on
    Shaking hands till what was in his pockets was gone
    He'd be outside in the cold with his bubble goose on
    But inside
    I knew he wasn't warm
    Around 10:30 on that dreary night
    His bowaz said they were hungry they were hungry
    Wanted to get a bite
    But they didn't send a runner
    Rasool knew it wasn't right
    But he stayed anyway to get the chain he liked
    And oh how the shots rang in the streets
    Hitting everybody in the surrounding vicinity
    Children of the children
    One young father to be
    And Rasool lay dead in my north Philly Street
    At fifteen years old
    It was the first death I'd seen
    But the game ain't designed for no kind of winning
    And oh this is a friend of Rasool
    Telling you to think about what you do and who you call your crew
    The very choices you make
    May make a Rasool out of you
    Now you don't want that do you?
  • 作词 : Brock, Davis, Harris, Scott ...
    His name was Rasool
    Carmel completed boy from the 22
    Rough on the outside
    But on the inside he was cool
    Rasool was a king
    But also a fool
    Back on the block again with the same crew
    Tariq from the west side
    Little John form the avenue
    Always seen um bout a quarter to two
    Shaking hands with everybody
    But at the same time sharing the blues
    And oh how he passed it on
    Shaking hands till what was in his pockets was gone
    He'd be outside in the cold with his bubble goose on
    But inside
    I knew he wasn't warm
    Around 10:30 on that dreary night
    His bowaz said they were hungry they were hungry
    Wanted to get a bite
    But they didn't send a runner
    Rasool knew it wasn't right
    But he stayed anyway to get the chain he liked
    And oh how the shots rang in the streets
    Hitting everybody in the surrounding vicinity
    Children of the children
    One young father to be
    And Rasool lay dead in my north Philly Street
    At fifteen years old
    It was the first death I'd seen
    But the game ain't designed for no kind of winning
    And oh this is a friend of Rasool
    Telling you to think about what you do and who you call your crew
    The very choices you make
    May make a Rasool out of you
    Now you don't want that do you?