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Modern Talking Don T Give Up

't step in my pants Can't walk in my shoes Bet everything you worth You lose your tie And your shirt Since I'm in a position To talk to these kids And

was red line district rated Designated ghetto like the yellow star of David And you wonder why people don't own they homes 'Cause the racist bank wouldn't

a deep hole Don't stare at the screen - susceptible to poison Don't give up and go - back to real life And I pray loud Don't drag me down - leave the

it's modern don't mean it smells good Function over form fiction over pain and just because it's chrome don't mean it won't stain Single the word double the talk talk

don't give him props then the bricks'll talk We switched up, we switched the pitch up The lyrical mixture is fully loaded with Scripture But some are fancy and cute When people can't

see I'm the juice Like the two six eight politicians demonstrate Now hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up What y'all niggaz don't seem to hear Is y'all

gas we fuck up yuh nerves...IN WAR/ shot wi' blood up yuh shirt...IN WAR, can't go lift up no skirt...IN WAR/ now disease and germs...IN WAR, can't go

angry!" they say, they say, "the youth are mad!" but they don't know about you or me no, they don't know about you or me no, they don't know about

know it, I miss the modern day Shakespeare I'm a rider survival is what it is, it ain't fear The absolute truth, is just some'ing some niggaz can't hear Mike don't