Jackets like design, so that you can't hack it But you musn't get caught up in these devilish tactics
Never let the man pull ya string like Geppetto
The game's the same, boricua or moreno
Don't watch ya step and you be like, mi amigo
Forenzics made the maps, so now he's on death row Yo what's the steelo, real brothers do it on the d-low
Knowing's have the battle, so now you know
To be on point, 'cause anybody can be a casualty Some brothers lost there life, fuckin with O.P.P.
Um robbery and P.C.P.
From the cradle to the state penitentary
He'll be in the middle of next century
Ask me, is it crying SAKNE You got to watch how you flow and you will grow
If not you get tripped up in the ghetto
Chorus 2X
This is for the youth blak luv
This is for the ghetto, blak luv, blak luv
{Jeru The Damaja This is to my brothers and sisters in the ghetto Sellin yae yo, playin c-lo, duckin po-po
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/jeru+the+damaja/blak+luv_20573294.html ] Some brothers got murdered over a kilo 5-0 ask questions, but nobody know
What's the M.O., another brother trying to get dough
Be careful how you live, 'cause that's how you go
Wild like Rambo, get shot down by the Commando
Call your co-defendent sing like D'Angelo No problemo, but upstate you sing soprano
Police sadimize, a man at the 7-0 Be careful where you go yo, and just in case you ain't know
I flow, to liberate the ghetto
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{Jeru The Damaja
This is to my brothers and sisters in the ghetto
Trying to be like Pablo, DeNiro, Al Pacino
You be all right until you run up on Columbo
Get caught red handed, so you got to go You lose the crib, the car, the women and the dough
This can't be happenin so you like "Oh No"
So avoid this fate, and absorb the conscious flow
This is not a demo, strictly for the ghetto
Not the limo, work for the pimp, hustler and the ho