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ben menachum, yo

Yo my own blood, dragged through the mud
Perished in my heart still cherished and loved
Stripped of our pride, everything we lived
On which jams to play
And how loud to blast your radio
And now, a word from our sponsor

I'm from the Bronx, blast master KRS-One
Provin' that my job
ben menachum, yo

Yo my own blood, dragged through the mud
Perished in my heart still cherished and loved
Stripped of our pride, everything we lived
parade
With no way to escape the confines of one's mind
A mental prison, a prism of thought
A crystalis of anger created by the action of strangers
ben menachum, yo

Yo my own blood, dragged through the mud
Perished in my heart still cherished and loved
Stripped of our pride, everything we lived
ben menachum, yo

Yo my own blood, dragged through the mud
Perished in my heart still cherished and loved
Stripped of our pride, everything we lived
longer do we live in a society bent on it's own destruction
Children of every race, creed and religion frolic through fields
Of golden dandelions

Lil
a sit-down
Forget the studio and the mixdown
It's time to set it, you talkin loud without the credit
You clean like a radio edit
You couldn't tell that
On which jams to play
And how loud to blast your radio
And now, a word from our sponsor

I'm from the Bronx, blast master KRS-One
Provin' that my job
They say that I'm euphemism for a new religion
I'm praying that my comrades all gonna get up out of Clinton
I'm in prison with a system and I'm
of truth eludes me like sand through the cracks in my hands
Retaliatory silhouettes in apocalyptic lands
Nomadic by the second, but I can't let this stress
on my collar?
I was taken from the missed of the lost and missing
Rapping on dark road on my way to prison
Stuck me in the studio, put me on the radio
I know radio prolly ain't gonna play this
But chopper going off in the hood man
Like Afghanistan or the Gaza strip somewhere man
Yeah, we hear it so
some supervision?
Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video?
If there were no prisons, well, where would robbers go?

And what if I told you