| They got a nigga shedding tears, reminiscin on my past fears
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| Cause shit was hectic for me last year
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| It appears that I’ve been marked for death
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| My heartless breath, the underlying cause of my arrest
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| My life is stressed, and no rest forever weary
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| My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
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| Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
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| But at times unnessecary, I’m gettin worried
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| Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
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| And certain death for us ghetto bastards
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| What can we do when we’re arrested, but open fire
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| Life in the pen ain’t for me, cause I’d rather die
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| But don’t cry through your despair
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| I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare
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| And who cares if we survive
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| The only time they notice a nigga is when he clutchin on a four-five
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| My neighborhood ain’t the same
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| Cause all these little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in the game
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| And I swear it’s like a trap
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| But I ain’t given up on the hood it’s all good when I go back
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| Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props
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| Forever hop cause it don’t stop… on my block
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| Now shit’s constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
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| Can’t explain a mother’s pain, when her son drops
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| Black male slippin in hail when will we prevail
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| Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well
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| And the system’s sucidal with this Thug’s Life
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| Stayin strapped forever strapped in this drug life
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| God help me, cause I’m starvin, can’t get a job
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| So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard
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| Can’t sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt
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| Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
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| Mislead from childhood where I went astray
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| Till this day I still pray for a better way
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| Can’t help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
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| From the start I felt the racism cause I’m dark
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| Couldn’t quit the bullshit make me represent
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| Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went |