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You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion
Happiness, living on tha street is a delusion
Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught
Shot up or shot down with tha bullet that he bought
Nine millimeter kicking, thinkin' about what tha street do to me
'Cause they never talk peace in tha black community
All we know is violence, do that job in silence
Walk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants
Too many brothers daily headin' for tha big penn
Niggas comin' out worse off than when they went in.
Tupac Shakur, ‘Trapped’ (Reprinted by permission of Universal Music Publishing Group)
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