A cold and a broken, Hallelujah

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On the night of the last rap that I write
Mike Tyson gon’ have his greatest fight
Knock the little trick out with a left and a right
Stevie Wonder even gon’ regain his sight

On the night of my last rap
Africa’s gon’ be run by blacks
And no where ‘round will there be crack
Jamaica’s gon’ get Bob Marley’s back
And all my tigas gon’ bust they guns
And no where ‘round where the police come

And check this out
I’ma kick it with Khan
Muhammad Ali will be pronounced as god
Won’t be one killin’ in the projects
Muslim’s will all cry from Malcom-X
Hewey’ll finally get respect
Dis I know, I never guessed

On the night of the last rap that I write
I’ll be married with a wife
She’ll be the special love of my life
But check this out muthafucka, not tonight
Life, of a desperado
Kick it like soccer, that’s my motto
Like a bullet in your gun
My heart stay hollow
Somethin’ to like but not to follow
Yo.

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