Rasool Lyrics - Jill Scott

His name was Rasool 

Caramel completed boy from the 22 

Rough on the outside 

But on the 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 um bout a quarter to two 

Shaking hands with everybody 

But at the same time sharing the blues 

And oh how 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 

I knew he wasn't warm 

Around 10:30 on that dreary night 

His bowaz said they were hungry they were hungry 

Wanted to get a bite 

But they didn't send a runner 

Rasool knew it wasn't right 

But he stayed anyway to get the chain he liked 

And oh how the shots rang in the streets 

Hitting everybody in the surrounding vicinity 

Children of the children 

One young father to be 

And Rasool lay dead in my north Philly Street 

At fifteen years old 

It was the first death I'd seen 

But the game ain't designed for no kind of winning 

And oh this is a friend of Rasool 

Telling 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?