Young Black Male

Pac Div

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    This is the story of a young black male
    Tryna dodge the cemetery and the over packed jail
    This is the story of a young black male
    Tryna dodge the cemetery and the over packed jail
    I don't sell no crack, I don't stand on no corner
    Got my life in order. No wife, no daughter
    No house that I own, but the house I call home

    Is my mama's with a couch that pulls out when its on
    And I still do my thang yo, life ain't a game yo
    Still on a search for that gold under the rainbow
    Back in high school I used to have a nice game yo
    Now I work at a grocery store stocking draino
    Dang yo, damn yo

    Little black sand boat
    My boss is gonna make me flip out, like rambo
    But I can't though, gotta set the right example
    For these other young black males
    Cause I'm the mantle
    I'm the mantle, but if I think about it
    300 Years ago, I would've been in shackles
    This is the story of a young black male
    Tryna dodge the cemetery and the over packed jail

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    Watch cops pull us over
    High beaming lights, they gon pull us to the shoulder
    Tryna meet a quota
    Hem you up, vultures
    No sudden moves, they gon say you got explosives
    Damn these niggas bogus
    I'm dippin in the focus
    Got my check, tryna hit the bank for the close it

    Young black males always seem to fit the culprit
    Make a u-turn, 10-4 and they on it
    Have you on the most wanted
    Call it all a mix up
    When its time to go home, and they shifts up
    Now I'm 30 minutes late, tryna pick my chick up
    Didn't even get to see lebron light them knicks up
    That's some shit huh?

    This is the story of a young black male
    Tryna dodge the cemetery and the over packed jail
    Mannnn, I can't figure this out
    My car payments due soon, so is rent for the house
    And I can't miss this month or they'll be kickin me out
    My landlord ain't hearing me out, I'm on my own
    Bout time tho, I used to get on mama's last nerve
    I ain't tryna wrap burgers ma, I'm tryna rap words
    I ain't tryna get murdered, I ain't tryna stack furs
    I ain't tryna grab yo ass girl, I'm tryna grab hers (oops)
    Sorry got sidetracked, let me get to my rap
    Let me show you that was my

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