Jill Scott - Rasool lyrics

His name was Rasool Carmel 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 pa**ed 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 d**h 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?