Rasool 가사

His name was Rasool Carmel complected boy from the twenty two 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 from the Avenue Always seen 'em 'bout a quarter to two Shakin' hands with everybody But at the same time sharin' the blues And ohh he passed it on Shakin' 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 ten thirty on that dreary night His boys said they were hungry 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 Ohh, 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 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? Do you? Do you? Do you? Do you? You don't want that You don't want that You don't want that You don't want that