Where Are You From

You call me a scoot ‘cause I’m from East and you’re from the hill
We’re both Americans, why can’t we chill?
No need to shoot or fight, let’s make a deal.
If he’s from the Northside, that don’t mean it’s an Arab who likes to kill.
We’re all human and share the same talents,
Legs that run and voices that sing
Yeah I got busted Nikes and you got a golden ring
I have money, flashy is not my thing
So let’s not divide
Who cares if I’m East and you’re Southside?
No need to throw it around
Ask you if you’re G and who put you down
All that is discrimination
You bring guns and make elimination
There should be peace and limitation
No need to throw gas on the fire
And water for the seed
So violence because of the hoods is what we don’t need
’Cause now we’re all sitting here waiting on a plea.

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