Walnut Park Feat Roman Noble

PERFORMED BY
Roman Noble
℗© Roman Clarkson and Derek Saylor
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Walnut Park
 I saw the news today, 
2 shot from a ride in the middle of the effin day.
Walnut Park -  not safe dark to dawn, 
Gateway to the West needs a bullet proof vest.
Oh yes, Maybe it’s the heat
Maybe it’s a dealer locking down his street
Maybe it’s a teen 
thinks thug life is neat
Regardless, they’re putting tags on victim's feet.
Fat sacks, cut rocks and corner spots
Full clips, hot tools, ith red dots
Better watch your back and watch for the cops
Watch for your rivals, or be dead in a vacant lot
shots ring out the hood goes silent
Don’t snitch – just relive the violence
The shooter’s so young,  yo, he ain’t got his license.
Remind me once again how we put this all behind us.
Social economics
Get some paper and ya got to flaunt it, kid.
Should have kept it in your pocket kid
Fresh kicks, tight rims, make your neighbors really want it.

A city under siege (Oh no)
Hoods can’t police their own streets
To busy policing the real police
Neighbor vs neighbor now we all enemies.

CHORUS
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Cops are lookin 'nervous (yep)
Shaky trigger finger with a  purpose (oh no) 
Traffic stop so easy on the surface
fools shoot at blue and they know it ain’t worth it.
No chance they’ve got your back. (nope)
Wearing red makes you a suspect (ha ha)
I suspect they ask you 
your whereabouts, 
knocking down the door of your crib is expected.
Now you’re chained to the 9th circuit
You thought your business plan was perfect
you’re looking at time in the whoosecow, 
What now, sitting on your bunk just wondering how.

No worries – your little brothers got it
Hit your commissary put the cheddar in your pocket
He punked out on your old route
and your rivals are his rivals so you know he’s gonna cough it 
Up!  Or, he could meet his own demise
Or take a burner 
make the fools realize
You ain’t no punk,
got an uzi in the trunk
Now he's 6 feet under – while yo momma drys her eyes. 
Now, here we are – Year after year America’s nasty scar
Year after year StL is the star, and on par
Most dangerous city by far.
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