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Lyricist: Jill Scott
Lyrics:
His name was Rasool/ Carmel complected boy from the 22/ Rough on the outside/ But inside he was cool/ Rasool was a king/ But also a fool/ Back on the block again with the same crew/ Tariq from the west side / Little John form the avenue / Always seen 'em bout a quarter to two/ Shaking hands with everybody/ But at the same time sharing the blues/ And ooh he passed it on / Shaking hands till what was in his pockets was gone/ He’d be outside in the cold with his bubble goose on / But inside / Somehow I knew he wasn’t warm/ Around 10:30 on that dreary night/ His boyz said they were hungry and wanted to get a bite/ Now they didn’t send a runner/ Rasool knew it wasn’t right / But he stayed anyway tryin' to get the chain he liked / And oh how the shots rang in the streets/ Hittin' everybody in the surrounding vicinity / Children of children / One young father to be / And Rasool lay dead on my north Philly Street / At fifteen years old/ It was the first death I’d seen / But in years to come there'd be many many brothers slained/ Tryin' to win at the game/But the game ain’t designed for no kind of winning / And oh this is a friend of Rasool/ Begging you to think about what you do and who you call your crew/ The very choices you make/ May make a Rasool out of you/ Now you don’t want that do you?/ You don't want that do you....
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