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Took a brother's life with a knife as his wife
Cried cause he died a trifling death
When he left his very last breath
Was I slept so watch your step

We got street soldiers and heat holders that go
click-click-click in the night
Streets watched and raised me
But I ain't crazy
So I'll give you a dollar for thoughts
And a penny for your struggles

You see, we got modern-day martyrs
Models of modesty and mayhem
Drenched in pools of tears
Wept on consecutive nights
for young'ins that didn't make it past their formative years

I shed hidden teardrops everytime I hear shots licked
Single mothers gettin kicked in the womb post-partum
They didn't pardon my interruption
When I made my way down Blue Hill like Paul Revere
The niggas are near
The niggas are near

They fell on deaf ears finger-fuqed with fortified emotions
This roller coaster wasn't built
for the last to go first
So as we chase this black hearse and with a fifth of sumthin sweet
I send this one out to all the mothers
fighting for their children's lives against the evils of the streets

ummm...needs work but needed to be done