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Four.

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You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion
Happiness, living on the streets is a delusion
Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught
Shot up or shot down with the bullet that he bought
Nine millimeter kickin' thinking about what the streets do to me

'Cause they never talk peace in the black community
All we know is violence, do the job in silence
Walk the city streets like a rat pack of tyrants
Too many brothers daily heading for the big pen
Niggas commin' out worse off then when they went in
Over the years I done a lot of growin' up
Gettin' drunk thrown' up
Cuffed up
Then I said I had enough
There must be another route, way out
To money and fame, I changed my name
And played a different game
Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle
If one more cop harassed me I just might go psycho
And when I get 'em
I'll hit 'em with the bum rush
Only a lunatic would like to see his skull crushed
Yo, if your smart you'll really let me go 'G'
But keep me cooped up in this ghetto and catch the Uzi
They got me trapped

I was vibing along with the beat as I smoked my blunt. The chorus to Tupac's song 'Trapped' blasted through the speakers of King's apartment, while the crew listened with me. 

Tupac was one of the hottest rappers right now and I respected him because he wasn't afraid to call out the things that made this world difficult to live in. One of the biggest issues that he rapped about was racism. I totally understood how he felt even though I wasn't black. Everyone deserved to be treated like they were humans, but it seemed that black people had the hardest time being accepted by the rest of the world.

Tupac made me see the world in his shoes. He opened my eyes to things that I never even knew existed. For example, one of the biggest race issues in the United States right now was police brutality. Even in New York City, it wasn't uncommon for our officers to mistreat African Americans like they meant nothing. It made me sick, and I was tired of it just like Tupac was. 

"You always have the best songs to play." Money smiled. "Who doesn't love Tupac?"

"Brainless people." I said.

"Aye man," Greg said to me. "Let me speak to you real quick."

I gave him a weird look and got up off of the couch. He led me into one of the bedrooms and closed the door, then grabbed a cigarette from off of the dresser.

"What's up?" I asked him.

"You know Money wants the hook up." He smirked. "You down with it?"

"You already know what I'm gonna say." I chuckled. "I don't even know why this is still an idea."

"Why?" He asked. "She's cute and definitely a rider. You both would be so good together."

"She will never be nowhere near cute to me." I said. "You've been asking me this same question since like 1988. My answer still has not changed."

"It doesn't matter if a woman isn't attractive, Dre." He shook his head. "Why don't you look into her personality?"

"She isn't really my type." I argued. 

"What is your type?" He laughed. "I don't even see anything wrong with her. Do you not like Mexican girls or something?"

"I do, but just not her." I said. "I like all types of girls and you know that, Greg. It doesn't even matter because I'm not trying to be with anyone right now."

"I understand." He said. "But, I think you should at least tell her that. She thinks that you like her."

I chuckled, "I don't see how."