| In the face of adversity, I prepared a verse to see
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| Or hear rather…
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| Destined to win, get respect where I live
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| My reflection contagious, I’m the messenger here
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| Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread
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| They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed
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| When the city was chocolate, there was death in the air
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| All I’m hearing is aids, I ain’t deaf in my ear
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| Nah I ain’t deaf in my ear
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| But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there
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| Shout out to Kirbo, he told me I would make it
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| Now me, Tony, G, and Tre got the keys to the nation
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| Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer
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| Of course he fiending for trouble, he had a fiend for a mother
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| Got no leaders among him, got no loyalty either
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| Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him
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| See, it’s cold where they be at, on that boat like a pirate
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| Politicians fucking hookers, why you mad at my ganja?
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| Kick him out of the city, force them whites who can pay up
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| Still different neighborhoods killing over what isn’t theirs
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| Lost my nigga over nothing though
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| Saeed Alisha I miss you, god bless my brother’s soul
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| I feel something change in the weather, and I’m home, home, home
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| Don’t let it drift away like a feather and I’m home, home, home
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| And oh, I gotta find my way
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| Oh I gotta face the day
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| But oh I can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home
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| Look, I lost my nigga over nothing though
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| Saeed Alisha I miss you, god bless my brother’s soul
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| Ricky is sitting, Baba was sitting
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| Caught up and slipping for fearing a McDonald’s position
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| Seen it over a dollar, got him under a flower
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| Funeral drama, niggas mystery baby mamas
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| They ain’t really for condoms, I just think that it’s shocking
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| Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors
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| I’m aware that there’s problems, know Obama gon' stop it
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| Where there’s minimal conscious and there’s thousands of choppers
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| I know Howard that college, but that town has some problems
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| I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise
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| Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers
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| Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow
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| They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow
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| Although it gets you paper, I pray you weighing your options
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| This is soulful my nigga, I’m hoping I am giving a hope to my nigga
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| We just soldiers my nigga, don’t know you my nigga but know you my nigga
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| This is soulful my nigga, hope that I am giving some hope to my nigga
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| We just soldiers my nigga, don’t know you my nigga but know you my nigga
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| Nigga, know you my…
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| And you know my nigga
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| Know you my…
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| Look…
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| A king’s assassination is why most often fear the hell
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| So needless to say this, leadership is not with a timid sail
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| I pray these words live and these gimmicks fail and
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| I pray whenever I’m seen in my city I forever resemble braille
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| May your trees be loud, and your queens be proud
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| May you see your dreams allowed, before you see them from a cloud
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| May your glass never reach half-empty, may your enemies find the inner-piece
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| before it ever get to beef
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| I wish you, wealth, health, and pact free women for yourself and the shit ain’t
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| the best, hope these lyrics help… my nigga
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| See I made it from home, see I made it alone
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| And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne
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| Time after time, again and again
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| They wanna see a nigga lose but I’m destined to win |