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A broke negro, whatchu know bout the struggles/
African in America, the issues of what we juggle/
Always remember what Umi says/
Always remember that TV and movies play/
A role in the system of control, control system/
Pick a little, live a little, trip a little, grin a little/
Throw that smirk in a bag like the Fabolous riddle/
Hate being a dimple in the vision no one mentions/
Disapproval of a hunch one senses, it's mysterious/
Mind bending the curb like curved bullets/
Meaning these streets curve to the turn that's coming/
So as soon as you hit the end of the block, you're shot/
Now I can say that's the opposite of being wanted, ahh/
Hotter than core of the Sun spurring flares and heat waves/
Shining light on the green-and-blue ball we all live on/
Turning up the temperature on the streets where we play/
Giving energy to solar panels to heat up the tea on the stove/
Whoa! I'm out of this world, I'm out of this orbit/
I'm out of this candy galaxy, yeah the Milky Way/
I'm out of this timeline because everything's distorted/
I'm so beyond you all, I'm ahead 20 years today/
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