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Brother Ali Rites Of Passage

I was raised on the hip-hop More raised in more ways than one This is back when hip-hop was still fun. When Public Enemy was still number one. Before

She was lookin' sweet as peaches On gorgeous spring day With a thing to say Little or no make-up Covered her face up But brother when she smiles She

"We have a small disturbance at Lake Street in Chicago, some young men fighting Could we get some cars to go and check that out please?" A young man