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Brooklyn,
New
York
Columbus,
Ohio
The
regiment
of
motivation
This
is
a
re-work
and
re-imagination
To
the
ghetto
Dude,
this
is
surviving
to
be
livin'
Dude,
this
is
surviving
to
be
livin'
in
the
To
the
ghetto
Dude,
this
is
surviving
to
be
livin'
Dude,
this
is
surviving
to
be
livin'
in
the
To
the
ghetto
Dude,
this
is
surviving
to
be
livin'
Dude,
this
is
surviving
to
be
livin'
in
the
To
the
ghetto
Dude,
this
is
surviving
to
be
livin'
Dude,
this
is
surviving
to
be
livin'
in
the
I
fell
in
love
with
a
girl
named
Touché
She
used
to
dip
her
pickles
in
the
Kool-Aid
Born
on
April
Fools
Day,
her
color
D'USSé
Cute
face,
plus
her
neck
smelled
like
a
Bouquet
The
scent
of
a
rose
is
beyond
sweet
Especially
when
it
has
to
grow
through
the
concrete
Facing
every
tragedy,
racial
disparities
A
place
where
giving
to
yourself
is
considered
charity
Where
eyes
are
the
window
to
the
soul
every
cry's
a
blessin'
That's
how
you
cleanse
the
lens
of
your
perception
But
there
ain't
no
cryin'
in
the
ghetto
Emotions,
got
folks
dying
in
the
ghetto
Where
they
talk
about
the
plugs,
no
hair
club
When
they
want
to
run
the
fade
that's
not
a
haircut
To
be
clear
son,
that's
a
fair
one
A
lecture,
yeah,
the
only
time
the
man
come
To
the
ghetto
Dude,
this
is
surviving
to
be
livin'
Dude,
this
is
surviving
to
be
livin'
in
the
To
the
ghetto
Dude,
this
is
surviving
to
be
livin'
Dude,
this
is
surviving
to
be
livin'
in
the
To
the
ghetto
Dude,
this
is
surviving
to
be
livin'
Dude,
this
is
surviving
to
be
livin'
in
the
To
the
ghetto
Dude,
this
is
surviving
to
be
livin'
Dude,
this
is
surviving
to
be
livin'
in
the
Ghetto
is
now
an
adjective,
started
out
as
Venetian
They
segregated
Jews
and
other
Eastern
Europeans
The
opiate
of
the
people
distributed
by
the
preachers
Snitches
get
stitches
so
the
ghetto
has
secrets
Immigration
is
how
you
build
up
the
nation
Gentrification
creating
these
migrations
Your
property
gets
taken
when
there's
poverty
you
facing
Creating
the
conditions
for
permanent
vacations
Stay
paid
they
hate
to
hate
School-to-prison
pipeline
workers
of
8th
Grade
It's
the
cards
that
we're
dealt,
we
learn
how
to
place
And
burners
of
our
names
in
the
yards
with
the
trains
I
don't
have
many
friends
in
this
business,
I
only
trust
a
few
The
most
illustrious,
the
post-industrial
There's
no
sleep,
only
the
dead
slumber
Beware
the
headhunters,
they
want
another
red
summer
To
the
ghetto
Dude,
this
is
surviving
to
be
livin'
Dude,
this
is
surviving
to
be
livin'
in
the
To
the
ghetto
Dude,
this
is
surviving
to
be
livin'
Dude,
this
is
surviving
to
be
livin'
in
the
To
the
ghetto
Dude,
this
is
surviving
to
be
livin'
Dude,
this
is
surviving
to
be
livin'
in
the
To
the
ghetto
Dude,
this
is
surviving
to
be
livin'
Dude,
this
is
surviving
to
be
livin'
in
the
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