niggaz are dying younger, no game just pure hunger
makes me wonder. how hots this summer
is hell tryna pull me under?
why'd benji have to die? just 9 or 10 with blood in my eye
mum sez its ok to cry, but i can't and don't know why
friends are fading fast, grown men and boys dodge random blasts
niggaz shoot at large groups and ricochets leave legs in casts
cookie got took, high speed pursuit, had loot stashed in the boot
ran him down then gun him down, hard worked didn't taste the fruit
my boy fuz got shot, drive by in moss side, where the G'z ride
they fixed him up, then sent him pen, but he's back where we re-side
hulme streets, act like they eat meat and drink red blood
every corners tryna warn ya, tombs of more dead thugs
this is my aria of sorrow, to those not seeing tomorrrow
remember time in this lifes borrowed, and deaths a path we have to follow
bury me blazing with a zoot and a flask of JD
and let it read on my tomb R-I-P A-R-C

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