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    [Verse 1:]
    Justine, 19, just got clean
    Fresh outta rehab with self-esteem
    She ain't felt this good in a while
    A new leash on life, a vibrant thang, a beautiful
    Used to run with a circle of friends, who was skeleton
    Sniff white lines off powerful men
    But see, all that's a thang of the past, she got
    And be damned if she'd let herself burn and crash
    She ain't from money so she startin from scratch
    It's hard working for scraps
    It take everything she got not to relaspe
    Locked down in 9 to 5, but at the 9 to 5
    She get sexually harrased and chastised
    Boss is a married man, she won't touch him
    Frustrated angry man, she won't f**k him
    She's out of her job, at Basket Cakes
    Least it came wit an 8, 2 lines to the face
    God Damn!

    It's a cold, cold, world, and you know it
    Niggaz will lay you down and take your bread, yeah and
    you know it
    Only two choices, you can give it up or you can just
    die with it!
    Only two choices, you can give it up or you can just
    die with it!

    [Verse 2:]
    He was on his own, at a very young age
    When he learned from the streets, made everything
    See he came up with hustlers, lost his religion
    It's funny how money can make a nigga think he livin
    I ain't talkin paper like Jigga or Dre
    It's more like 7500, 9 ounces of lle'
    That's what he say he can get for the flip, they
    thought the deal was legit
    But he stuck him and split, in deep shit
    Now his mother work for minimum pay
    Live a positive way, she the first one at church every
    Blind to the needs of her son, he's a gatling gun
    In the streets, jackin niggaz for fun
    It's a non-stop search through the hood, but can't
    catch him
    They found out where mom stayed and went steppin
    The evil that men do, but still we continue
    With death and dishonor, for the all mighty dollar,
    it's so cold


    [Verse 3:]
    He was 13, brought up in Baghdad
    Ate with his right and made money with his left hand
    Prayed to the East, 5 times daily
    His mother and father just had a new born baby
    Now his father was an Imam who carried the weight
    And built his family on 5 pillars of faith
    Never trippin off Western ways, it meant nada
    Pilgramige to Mecca to circle around Kabba
    300 miles away, British troops hit Basra
    His cousin waged jihad and died with honor
    He heard about the buildings on 9-11
    And a man named Bush on a search for weapons
    Now here come the U.S., to crush Saddam
    Wit 88 thousand tons of missle and bombs
    But his family's too broke to move or find shelter
    If they all had to die, they would die together and
    that's cold... damn


    We don't know whats the status of the victim is right
    At this point, they could be walking into the
    aftermath of a mugging or a crime of passion, and may
    have to confront the violent suspect, the reporters
    someone has been stabbed


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