His name was Rasool Carmel complected boy from the 22 Rough on the outside But 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 'em bout a quarter to two Shaking hands with everybody But at the same time sharing the blues And ooh 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 Somehow I knew he wasn’t warm Around 10:30 on that dreary night His boyz said they were hungry and Wanted to get a bite Now they didn’t send a runner Rasool knew it wasn’t right But he stayed anyway tryin' to get the chain he liked And oh how the shots rang in the streets Hittin' everybody in the surrounding vicinity Children of children One young father to be And Rasool lay dead on my north Philly Street At fifteen years old It was the first death I’d seen But in years to come there'd be many many brothers slained Tryin' to win at the game But the game ain’t designed for no kind of winning And oh this is a friend of Rasool Begging 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? You don't want that do you....
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