His name was Rasool

Carmel completed boy from the 22

Rough on the outside

But on the inside he was cool

Rasool was a king

But also a fool

Back on the block again with the same crew

Tariq from the west side

Little John form the avenue

Always seen um bout a quarter to two

Shaking hands with everybody

But at the same time sharing the blues

And oh how he passed it on

Shaking hands till what was in his pockets was gone

He'd be outside in the cold with his bubble goose on

But inside

I knew he wasn't warm

Around 10:30 on that dreary night

His bowaz said they were hungry they were hungry

Wanted to get a bite

But they didn't send a runner

Rasool knew it wasn't right

But he stayed anyway to get the chain he liked

And oh how the shots rang in the streets

Hitting everybody in the surrounding vicinity

Children of the children

One young father to be

And Rasool lay dead in my north Philly Street

At fifteen years old

It was the first death I'd seen

But the game ain't designed for no kind of winning

And oh this is a friend of Rasool

Telling you to think about what you do and who you call your crew

The very choices you make

May make a Rasool out of you

Now you don't want that do you?