Jill Scott

Intro -
His name was Rasool/ Carmel complected boy fro 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?