Murder Of A Teenage Life Lyrics - True Magic - Mos Def

The murder of a teenage life 

Fire from the cold steel 

The heat from the brights 

The temperature of flesh and the shortness of breath 

The murder of a teenage threat 

The aroma of sesamilia dollar superstar 

Skama like a new cocaine tobacco leaf 

Ecstatic tabernists fire water and freaks 

The murder of a teenage chief 

My easy speaking is as easy as it seems to be 

Hungry belly jamma busts off easily 

Balloon bang. pop! 

Hot as a bang spot in bangkok 

Colder than a pimp glock 

Aim shot, the frame drops 

Pressure pushed him to the earth like a rain drop 

Take not life in vein 

And how the preacher was saying 

Remember! 

Anyways they laid him in a stray box 

Dark suit and gray socks 

The neighborhood is all distraught 

Candles lit the stoop at the park 

Where the family and students are 

Confused, in awe 

They gape into each others arms 

It's murder! 

New absence from a mothers arm 

Even the warmth from the mother's arms 

Couldn't keep her son from harm 

From standing where the gun was drawn 

Over come, done and done. he's gone 

Murder! 

Shells fell like a bell that rung 

Blood bursts, body temperature fell and plunged 

And by the time it took the medics to come 

The breath eased out of his lungs 

And his soul eased out of the slums 

And the voice eased out of the drums 

The sirens through their ears, they sung 

Murder! 

Telephone wire, sneakers hung 

Murder! 

For the black and young 

Murder! 

And the aves they from 

I am from the block the president did not campaign on 

Where the dollar that the working poor slave for is made on 

Where hustlers stretch the yay long 

And hustle hard for an outpost to trade on 

Flip it over and make more 

Where the blocks are yellow taped off 

Where the young blood is trained on obese to the fakesoft 

Where the pressure just stays on 

But the lights and the heat don't 

The place where you witness the true power of street folk 

And that's where I'm coming from people 

High post, low key 

Eighth, o-z, and kilo 

Law man, dope man 

Adversary, amigo 

Preacher man, pimp hand 

Both folding their c-notes 

A black fist clutching deliverance for the people 

Young hand reach out, strong hand reach in 

Slap the devil's hand to make the fucker stop reaching