In those old block parties we used to play street games, Boom boxes blastin' all day, good food and fun, People meeting and greeting, a smile on everyone, Nobody was tweaking, forty years passed and everything's different. In the new world order, damn, things hit different, These days are strange, there's no more playin', Wish I was cappin' but last block party, A mass shooting happened, memories tainted forever.

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