1st verse

throw my hands in the air, pray to God n scream
cant we all just get along... like Rodney King
as I walk down the street, I see the oddest things
n the day to day, drama everyBody brings
there obviously seems to be a Lack of unity
in 85 percent of the Black community
if u tired of the gun packers.. n crack trafficas 
what u gone do, go Back to Africa? 
ya friends would prolly get mad or Laff at ya
I hope this Rap mite get through to Half of ya
yall havta squash it before another brother dyin   
u gotta sqaush it before some other mother cryin
Stop the vilence ..increase the peace 
decrease the beefs.. and the Choppas firin
or else its cops n sirens.. from street to street
u dont wanna see ya peeps, in a Box to Lie in 

HOOK
so just Squash it... just Squash it
dude Squash it... girl  Squash it
u gotta Squash it.... just Squash it
dont lose ya life over nonsense
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