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It's eight o'clock here in
Kingston
Jamaica The
Kingston police have issued an
APB Out for wanted criminal
Rostacious
Johnson He has last been seen headed towards
The United
States of
America or
I was a gangsta
Livin' my life hustlin' on the block with no food to eat
Rollin' with them prankstas
Settin' the streets on fire with the heat
I had no choice as a gangsta
Livin' my life hustlin' on the block with no food to eat
Rollin' with them prankstas
Aiyyo stepped off the edge of 'maica at the age of ten
Landed at the
Dot airport comin' out of
May pen Raised by his grandmama until his real mama
Could send for the youth and reunite aiight
So now he's growin' up exposed to the ghetto limelight
No pops
Nope
Plus his moms got to work nights
Moonlightin' as a janitor to make bread for the two
All the while he's growin' up runnin' with a crew
It started off tryin' to make a little extra creamer
But then it turned to pushin' rocks savin' for the
Beamer Told his moms he got a job workin' in the trade
At a local grease monkey that's how he's gettin' paid
And that's how he got the deal on the black man wagon
Moms thought it was suspect but she's still braggin'
To her kin about How he come home and grow right
All the while he's wildin' out money starts pilin' now
The next crew saw the flex and start red eye
Jealous of the way them n***as hustle
'Til he get a little muscle uh huh bust a bunch of shots
There my n***a laid really holdin' down the block
Aiyyo six weeks in intensive holdin' on to prayers
On the seventh he was back on his back in the west wing
His man done came visiting in his ear whispering
How the block was hot and there was 'nuff shots whistling
Another week and he was back on his feet
Discharged ready to get back and hit the street
Moms was still working overtime clueless to the real
About how his son was livin' in the hood packin' steel
Pushin' coke no joke them cats wanted retaliation
Word got back about who led the slaughter
One n***a named
Blaka real name
Elroy Next day
Boom
What Happened to
That Boy
For the next three months my man stayed on the low
Told his moms he wasn't workin' cause the garage was slow
But just as he tried to resurface on the strip
Someone on the turf called 222
Now my man locked up and had to sweat inside a jail
Cause his man done fled the scene and moms couldn't afford bail
The trial came and went his mother cried Discrimination
Said the judge didn't know her son
He said he knew him too well he'd seen him there before
Turned the cheek cryin' now he feels he's on fire
Got burned by the same liquour quit talkin' fresh
He doesn't know how to act so now he got to go back
My man got dipped sent right back to
May pen Grandma didn't want him now family wouldn't take him
He thought about work but he said F that
It is a sunny day here in
Jamaica Unfortunately we have bad news to report
Rostacious
Johnson was apprehended in
Canada And suffered fatal wounds to the back of the head
Rest in peace my brother
Anyways in tomorrow's news