Lyrics

[Spoken Intro] His name was Rasool Caramel-complected boy from the 22 Rough on the outside, but inside, he was cool Rasool was a king, but also a fool [Verse] Back on the block again with the same crew Tariq from the West Side, Little John from the avenue Always seen 'em about a quarter to 2 Shaking hands with everybody But at the same time, sharing the blues And, oh, he passed it on Shaking hands 'til what was in his pockets was gone He'd be outside in the cold with his bubble-goose on But inside, somehow I knew he wasn't warm Around 10:30 on that dreary night His boys said they were hungry, wanted to get a bite Now they didn't send a runner, Rasool knew it wasn't right But he stayed anyway tryna get the chain he liked Ooh, how the shots rang in the streets Hitting everybody in the surrounding vicinity Children of 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 in years to come, there'd be many, many Brothers slain tryin' to win at the game But the game ain't designed for no kind of winning Oh, this is a friend of Rasool begging 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? You don't want that, do you? Do you? Do you? Do you? Do you? You don't want that You don't want that You don't want that You don't want that You don't want that