Mos Def Murder of a Teenage Life Lyrics:
The murder of a teenage life
Fire from the cold steel
The heat from the brights
The temperature of flesh and
the shortness of breath
The murder of a teenage threat
The aroma of sesamilia Dollar Superstar
Skama like a new cocaine tobacco leaf
Ecstatic tabernists fire water and freaks
The murder of a teenage chief
My easy speaking is as easy as it seems to be
Hungry belly jamma busts off easily
Balloon bang. POP!
Hot as a bang spot in Bangkok
Colder than a pimp glock
Aim shot, the frame drops
Pressure pushed him to the
earth like a rain drop
Take not life in vein
And how the preacher was saying Remember!
Anyways they laid him in a stray box
Dark suit and gray socks
The neighborhood is all distraught
Candles lit the stoop at the park
Where the family and students are
Confused, in awe
They gape into each others arms IT’S MURDER!
New absence from a mothers arm
Even the warmth from the mother’s arms
Couldn’t keep her son from harm
From standing where the gun was drawn
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Over come, done and done. He’s gone… MURDER!
Shells fell like a bell that rung
Blood bursts, body temperature fell and plunged
And by the time it took the medics to come
The breath eased out of his lungs
And his soul eased out of the slums
And the voice eased out of the drums
The sirens through their ears, they sung MURDER!
Telephone wire, sneakers hung MURDER!
For the Black and young
MURDER!!!!!!!!!!!
And the Aves they from
I am from the block the
PRESIDENT DID NOT CAMPAIGN ON
Where the dollar that the working
poor slave for is made on
Where hustlers stretch the yay long
And hustle hard for an outpost to trade on
Flip it over and make more
Where the blocks are yellow taped off
Where the young blood is trained
on Obese to the Fakesoft
Where the pressure just stays on
But the lights and the heat don’t
The place where you witness the
true power of street folk
And that’s where I’m coming from people
High post, low key
Eighth, o-z, and kilo
Law man, dope man
Adversary, amigo
Preacher man, pimp hand
Both folding their C-notes
A Black Fist clutching
deliverance for the People
Young hand reach out, strong hand reach in
Slap the devil’s hand to make
the fucker stop reaching
Lyrics: Murder of a Teenage Life, Mos Def [end]