Jill Scott Rasool Lyrics

His name was Rasool
Carmel complected boy from the 22
Rough on the outside
But 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 from the avenue
Always seen 'em bout a quarter to two
Shaking hands with everybody
But at the same time sharing the blues
And ooh 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
Somehow I knew he wasn't warm
Around 10:30 on that dreary night
His boyz said they were hungry and
wanted to get a bite
Now they didn't send a runner
Rasool knew it wasn't right
But he stayed anyway tryin' to get the chain he liked
And oh how the shots rang in the streets
Hittin' everybody in the surrounding vicinity
Children of children
One young father to be
And Rasool lay dead on 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 slained
Tryin' to win at the game
But the game ain't designed for no kind of winning
And 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....