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::: Ain't No Brakes on Des Streets :::

Ain't no brakes when it comes to barrowing, selling, or paying on time
From the crook, the cop, the buyer and judge, either jail or the coffin, they all give you time

No friends or peoples, business ain't personal, and the likes of the devil won't leave you divine
No theatre or playwright can portray this reality, only angels and god can show you the rhyme

Should've of went to school, and listen to mama, that drama, will catch you with the bullet from gats
That rat you call friend will leave with bombs to explode on that trial like war in Iraq

Ain't no brakes and no hope, only few make it out, but still locked in the torment of death, and decay,
I give you the real and the justice it takes, cause all that speed on the streets, ain't come with no brakes.

Written by: ~ Josephe "Pendragon" Buchanan