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Jill Scott — Rasool lyrics
Jill Scott Rasool lyrics was added to the site 4 Dec, 2006 and since that time has 2 hits and voted 0 times. Other popular Jill Scott lyrics are: So Gone (What My Mind Says), So Gone and Hate On Me.
Songwriters: WHITE, BARRY / BROCK, TOM / TAYLOR, ROBERT DENNIS WILLIAM / SCOTT, JILL / HARRIS, ANDRE / DAVIS, VIDAL
His name was Rasool/ Carmel complected boy from the 22/ 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 form the avenue /
Always seen 'em bout a quarter to two/ Shaking hands with everybody/
But at the same time sharing the blues/ And ooh he passed it on /
Shaking 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 10:30 on that dreary night/
His boyz said they were hungry and
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 /
And oh 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 /
And 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....
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Rasool was a king/ But also a fool/
Back on the block again with the same crew/
Tariq from the west side / Little John form the avenue /
Always seen 'em bout a quarter to two/ Shaking hands with everybody/
But at the same time sharing the blues/ And ooh he passed it on /
Shaking 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 10:30 on that dreary night/
His boyz said they were hungry and
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 /
And oh 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 /
And 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....
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsty.com/jill-scott-rasool-lyrics.html ]
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