(i always wanted to be the voice of the streets
But my father was a rabbi and my mother made beats,
I mean, books, and the kids on the streets always gave me dirty looks)
It's watching your own shadow on a dirt bike,
Get shot in the back under a street light.
When you arrive at the party, it will not be
Without a bullet in your back,
And a poem about death
And of course your walkman.
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