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Created on: August 24, 2009 Last Updated: December 09, 2009
Role Model in the Hood of L.A.
Cadillac Escalade,
The driver in Ray Ban shade.
The kids see this
and think the man's made.
Got spinning hubcap
and GPS map.
He has those kids thinking
money is at his tap.
But, he made his bank
through thug life's sake.
The kids don't know
he's really a snake.
In an hour's time,
he'll be a victim of crime.
This, much of his own doing,
for death's bell he'll chime.
He'll be gunned down,
like some mangy hound
with Uzis and Mack 10s.
Downed in Rat-tat-tat sound.
But the kids won't see this,
for it's something they'll miss.
Today, they see what the man made,
and, reality they'll dismiss.
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