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Jack S Broken Heart Change Over

crowds fast paced world without sound too busy with their profound days to see the right that?s found me pity the shallow, shut out what?s hollow because

a 25 i might be jacking a get away car Boulevard nights fights at the park that spark After the gun plays some moms arm got broken apart Bad news

our situation in a new light And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the killings Heard what's going on in the free world Broke out

vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gun play I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds Lady's

stashes quick who holdin' That's when every piece of bud I was rolen was stolen We would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks Spit the emos over

I'm up outta here anyway, I use peoples before they use me 'Cuz you could get got by an Uzi over an oz That's what an og told me Got's to find someplace

and cannot hold it. I have seen. (Dear Christ: the silence and the loss; we are born and fall. Dear Christ, you too are broken and lost and hanging like a Roman standard over

status quo, Today they smarm and charm passageways to its very heart. Where's the free individual in all that? Where's the hope and aspiration? Identities

rain See summer rolls around niggas holla 'bout change Then they steady move them keys like Bob James 'Cause old man winter?s arrived, the temperature dived November just died, December?s