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It's Pac and Biggie Week at MnB!

Executive decision. Just some sweet, sweet music.

Rick Osentoski-USA TODAY Sports

These lyrics are of course unedited from this masterpiece

Little somethin for my godson Alborges and a little guy named Mattison

Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Brady cares, and don't nobody else care
Devin, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, QB keep your head up
And when the line tell you you ain't nuttin don't believe them
And if they can't learn to block for you you should leave them
Cause DG you don't need them
And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)
When linemen miss blocks, and leave a young QB to be roadkill
And since we all need game from a Devin
Put our faith in a Devin and need game from a Devin
I wonder why we take from our Devin
Why we sack our Devin, do we hate our Devin?
I think it's time to kill for our Devin
Time to heal our Devin, be real to our Devin
And if we don't we'll have a line of babies
That will hate the Devins, that make the plays
And since a lineman can't make one
He has no right to tell a Devin when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you're fed up Devins, but keep your head up

Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier
ooooo child things are gonna get brighter

Hey Dev, I remember Steve Threet, used to sing ta me
He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be
And suddenly tha blitzin' didn't seem so tough
And though he had it rough, we always had enough
I huffed and puffed about my O-Line and broke the rules
Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
And I realize Devin really paid the price
He nearly gave his life, to raise us right
And all I had ta give him was a block seen
Of how I'd rock line backers, and make it with a slip screen
I'm tryin to make a dolla out of fifteen cents
It's hard to be legit and still get hit like that
And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha bench
I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind
Last night my QB lost his whole family
It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity
It seems tha blitz'll never let up
I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up
You know it's funny when it rains it pours
They got money for Adidas, but can't feed the poor
Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is
it ain't no hope for tha future
And then they wonder why we crazy
I blame Al Borges, for turning my Devin into a sack baby
He ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup
And even though you're fed up
Dev, ya got to keep your head up

Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier
ooooo child things are gonna get brighter

And uhh

To all the QBs makin plays on they own
I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone
David Molk's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my recruits, even if nobody else want em
Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your quarterback
wants to kno why his head coach don't love him no mo'
You can't complain you was dealt this
hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless
Because there's too many things for you to deal with
Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless
While tears, is rollin down your cheeks
Ya steady hopin things don't fall down this week
Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me
Dev was given this world he didn't make it
And now my Dev's gettin older and older and cold
From havin the world on his shoulders
While Urban's kids is drivin Benz
Dev's still tryin to hold on to his survivin friends
And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but
please... you got to keep your head up