What an amazing song. Every time I listen to it I'm completely transformed into a yogi levitating over my old East New York neighborhood. This is some bleak stuff man. How many ways are there to analyze the plight and living conditions of marginalized communities? Lupe has a million answers. At the end of the song he is so exasperated from spilling his plasma all over the record he simply states: In the end,
I hope we learn more,
Than how to be whores,
and how to move a ball.
I hope we learn more,
Than how to be whores,
and how to move a ball.
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