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Feb 2010
All that thuggish bravado, those wannabe tough guys throwing up gang signs like fireworks of the fourth of ju-lie.Save it for the streets, keep it out the homes. Let the lead run down these meaningless gutters, don't let the fam see whats shown.Save it for the streets, the vanity of this rap realm, a world of hard words and harder falls.Save it for the streets, keep the guns out of school, keep the **** inside down, til that bell rings and the streets are open. Let the hatred fly, green light means go, yellow means get out the mutherfukin way, and red means bleed ***** bleed.Save it for the streets, all the death of the hood, leave it in the streets, black streets turn red.Save it for the streets, cause homes were built for one man armies or gang bangin fools, families can be supported on hot lead and sorrow.So next time you feel the urge to go buckwild, and let off some steam, just remember I said "Save it for the streets".
Richard Allen Pogue
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