Philly burnin’, flash mobs churnin’ the city
Mayor yearnin’ for our holistic
reclamation
Violence ain’t pretty, rappers got to fix this
gritty situation
Can’t run no city when gangs disruptin’, interruptin’
the flow
Of connection, affection, reflection, city of
brotherly love
You got to go with ya destruction, my brotha, back
to ya crib
Don’t be no scrib, sucka,
change the mood
Chill, an’ stop the hatin’, ’fore somebody put a cap
in some dude
Kill somebody on Headhouse District Society Hill
An’ you catch
the bill.
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