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Ransom
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Imagine these streets without savagery Could never be beef without tragedies Could never be sleep without agony I close my eyes and see catastrophes Violently splashed words on this canvas That's nothin' short of a masterpiece Stuff the four in my jacket sleeve Then head out Go see my nigga Shawn, he was fresh out He told me, "Ran, you the best out" That's right before crazy Rick Pulled his TEC out shots was fired Shawn hit the pavement he squeezed my Hand as he bled out Dark figures in hooded silhouettes Keep my pillows wet His widow's left with two little soldiers I wish those kiddos best Now I'm down state doin' two To five for a shootin', i Probably did a couple months back when I was a ruthless guy Scrutinized, then crucified, who decides? We gon' keep hangin' long as That noose is high, who survives? Mother of two, she committed suicide The truth is I Blame myself 'cause I kinda knew the vibe Look me right in my pupil Eye, was stupid high, confusin' lies Told her my pistol jammed That's my foolish pride She returned with a few replies "Ran, you not that same killer That's just what you described" It's all over Imagine a war with no casualties Could never be flaws without shallow knees I transfer this pain through piano Keys and slow guitar riffs Music that planted seeds Pray that my auntie pull through From that damn disease Meanwhile, this crew out in Philly Who's out to kill me 5K from Mexican (rob)? make most of my family grieve Contracts by killers with tatted faces I'm that abrasive Got visions of sneakers with Blood splatted laces I'ma probably die on these wretched corners 'cause death is on us Affidavit's, you added statements Now no one's left to mourn us Death got it's hooks in me Don't stress the chorus You want the streets Then I'm the best thesaurus shit is over