Mos Def

Mos Def - Murder Of A Teenage Life lyrics

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The murder of a teenage life

Fire from the cold steel

The heat from the brights

The temperature of flesh and the shortness of breath

The murder of a teenage threat

The aroma of sesamilia Dollar Superstar

Skama like a new cocaine tobacco leaf

Ecstatic tabernists fire water and freaks

The murder of a teenage chief

My easy speaking is as easy as it seems to be

Hungry belly jamma busts off easily

Balloon bang. POP!

Hot as a bang spot in Bangkok

Colder than a pimp glock

Aim shot, the frame drops

Pressure pushed him to the earth like a rain drop

Take not life in vein

And how the preacher was saying

Remember!

Anyways they laid him in a stray box

Dark suit and gray socks

The neighborhood is all distraught

Candles lit the stoop at the park

Where the family and students are

Confused, in awe

They gape into each others arms

IT'S MURDER!

New absence from a mothers arm

Even the warmth from the mother's arms

Couldn't keep her son from harm

From standing where the gun was drawn

Over come, done and done. He's gone...

MURDER!

Shells fell like a bell that rung

Blood bursts, body temperature fell and plunged

And by the time it took the medics to come

The breath eased out of his lungs

And his soul eased out of the slums

And the voice eased out of the drums

The sirens through their ears, they sung

MURDER!

Telephone wire, sneakers hung

MURDER!

For the Black and young

MURDER!

And the Aves they from

I am from the block the PRESIDENT DID NOT CAMPAIGN ON

Where the dollar that the working poor slave for is made on

Where hustlers stretch the yay long

And hustle hard for an outpost to trade on

Flip it over and make more

Where the blocks are yellow taped off

Where the young blood is trained on Obese to the Fakesoft

Where the pressure just stays on

But the lights and the heat don't

The place where you witness the true power of street folk

And that's where I'm coming from people

High post, low key

Eighth, o-z, and kilo

Law man, dope man

Adversary, amigo

Preacher man, pimp hand

Both folding their C-notes

A Black Fist clutching deliverance for the People

Young hand reach out, strong hand reach in

Slap the devil's hand to make the fucker stop reaching









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