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A Tree Never Grown

アーティスト：Mos Def  作詞：SMITH DANTE T  作曲：SMITH DANTE T 

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"1, 2, 3, 4" 10x (88 Keys) Yo, this is 88... This is for Amadou Diallo Rest in peace, you still here (Fre) Yo, I'm in a brownstone singin like Brownstone Bird's eye view wit the bodega Know Omega like Rakim Thinkin about brother Diallo I find it hard to swallow Cuz 41 is a hard act to follow Who is it, it can happen tomorrow Goes down all the time in some African community This one just hit closer to home Cuz it happen it in our backyard This that *shit* bring us closer to home They ask "What you writin fo'? What you writin on that paper fo'?" Don't ask me nuttin, just tell me How is safer got me safe, that's why my raps sour My peoples screamin "Black power!" and la razah From the Bronx, police bustin, it's redemption time (J-Live) Now in the squad car, CPR's supposed to be the motto But in they minds, they be like "Yo, I'ma do Diallo" I guess master's noose was a bitter pill to swallow Cuz nowadays, tips ain't the only things that's hollow Constitution, 41 more holes in it And cops swingin sticks like they tryin to win the pennant And stickin sticks places where they ashamed to admit it But that's the straw that broke the camel's back THEY GON' GET IT!! (Rubix) Possessed by a nervous twitch and itchy writin finger 41 strokes through the barrel of pen for Amadou More than a few of my personal friends Since the beginning, it seems like it never ends The story, ancient as lyrical allegory and it's all gory The Little Shop of City Hall Horrors Who bakes infiltrate, agent, provocator mission statement Assassinate the Senate candidate, heavenly mandate (Chorus: Mos Def) We proceeded on a country road His mother's eyes withered swoll Her child was never comin home Said a prayer for his soul As the coffin had closed, committed to the earth below First seed she would sew, would be a tree never grown Shade that was never known Who controls the Terrordome, the member hearts made of stone Who love only what they own (Invincible) Stay on your toes for a true bruise description Match blue suits, walkin round wit a stick and *edit* Ready to blast wit the wrath of a hollow tip And the fact is my task is a scholarship I feel it in my chest cavitity The only death's apathy, so I change it for who's next after me And that's the fullest reward Keep the face of the lost on my bulletin board (Wordsworth) Yo yo, it's blue uniform, sirens, names, and badge numbers Clubs, walkie-talkies, recipies for bad summers Frisked, pissed after I tuck in my stuff I really think they just like touchin my *nuts* What's real stain they thoughts Swear, but they won't say it in court All they do is change the report Riots, tryin to keep the crowd under control They even got shows, Cops, LAPD, Highway Patrol yo yo (A.L.) From the cradle to the grave, they made you a slave Brainwash to kill each other, that's the plague that they made I search em like readin scripts that could save you today White is right, black is wrong,



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