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"Is life worth buking? Should I buke myself?"
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm bukz.
My bukzey hurts, so I'm lookin' for some buke to snatch.
Cops give a buke about a negro? Pull the trigger, kill a bukz, he's a hero.
Give the buke to the kids who the hell cares? One less hungry bukz on the welfare.
First ship 'em dope and let 'em deal to brothers.
Give 'em buke, step back, and watch 'em buke each other.
"It's time to fight back", that's what bukzey said.
2 shots in the buke now bukzey's dead.
I got buke for my brother, but we can never buke nowhere
unless we buke with each other. We gotta start bukin' changes.
Learn to see me as a brother 'stead of 2 distant bukers.
And that's how it's supposed to buke.
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we buked as kids
but things changed, and that's the bukz it is