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🕊️ The Gospel of a Ghetto Prophet: "Ballad Of A Dead Soulja"

"The hazy glare of the streetlights / The way they shine on the chrome..." — the imagery is so sharp you can almost smell the rain on the asphalt. Ballad Of A Dead Soulja

"The high-speed chases, the memories of faces past / Which one of us is destined to survive and which one's gonna last?" 🕊️ The Gospel of a Ghetto Prophet: "Ballad