| Resist the temptation
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| This song go out to the Underground Railroad..
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| Digital Underground..
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| Resist the temptation of the beast
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| You slip and loose your grip, and forever fall asleep
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| The venom is contagious, be wary of its spell
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| What you thought would be heaven, turns out to be hell
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| I wonder if she knows, the devil's taking off her clothes
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| Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in control
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| Poppa's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse
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| Wouldn't be the first, to leave the ghetto in a hearse
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| Oh and how it hurts, the children pay the biggest price
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| Never get the chance to grow up with a happy life
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| Blame it on the rock, but we know that's a bunch of crap
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| Someone from the top, supplying us with plenty crack
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| Keep 'em in a daze, don't let them see the other way
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| Let 'em all get paid, won't live to see another day
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| See, they never got a breath of the sunshine
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| Now the kid's addicted and only hit it one time
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| We're destined to be dead as a nation
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| Don't let it come to this, resist the temptation
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| From pyramid top to bottom of bowl
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| From whips and locks to fist and afro
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| We dug too deep to give up this gold
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| Don't be bought, and you won't be sold
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| Running on empty, you ain't gon' go
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| Running on empty, lead you to nowhere
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| We fact, nobody can lie
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| So resist the temptation
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| Gamble for your soul with the devil
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| You wonder how low, can you go, before you finally reach the lowest level
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| As everybody sit and stares
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| There's no use looking in your eyes cause there isn't anybody there
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| And though it may make you wanna cry
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| Got you stealing from your family and you don't even know why
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| I guess you think they'll understand
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| You feel cold, cause you sold your soul to the dopeman
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| Oh now there's no turning back, in fact
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| It's decided, that would live and die for the crack
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| You got no friends cause you cheated 'em all
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| Feel lonely, low, defeated and small
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| No one was there when I took the wrong path
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| And nobody'd care if I died in a blood bath
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| But is this my destiny?
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| Tell the lord they got my mind, but he can have the rest of me
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| Cause I'm ready to end it all
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| One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and all
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| I didn't mean to be a bother
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| A failure as a son, a husband and a father
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| I wish I could turn back the time
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| Go back and find, why I let it crack my mind
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| And my only explanation, it came to this
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| Resist the temptation
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| From pyramid top to bottom of bowl
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| From whips and locks to fist and afro
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| We dug too deep to give up this gold
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| Don't be bought, and you won't be sold
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| Running on empty, you ain't gon' go
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| Running on empty, lead you to nowhere
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| We fact, nobody can lie
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| So resist the temptation
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| Your death left family behind
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| Your wife and your son find a gun, and pieces of daddy's mind
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| On the door and on the floor
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| Now her husband is dead, what else is she living for?
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| So now she picks up the gun
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| Now son is the only one
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| Grows up in adoption homes
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| Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone
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| To him, nothing is funny
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| Mind set on one thing, making his money
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| Since I was left with no hope
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| I want money and gold ropes and so I slang dope
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| Now I'm the neighborhood dopeman
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| And as long cause they smoking I'll never be broke man
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| I live the life of a trifle
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| Following a cycle, so I'm just a psycho
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| But if I had a better life
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| I would have lived a good life and did more things right
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| Hard to resist temptation
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| With all the aggravation and the frustration
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| Of living in the ghetto
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| Your mind gets twisted, just like a pretzel
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| So it's time that I check out
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| But one nosy cop, just won't let me get out
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| They got me trapped once again
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| With a choice: shoot the cop, or live life in the pen
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| I can't stand the frustration
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| Resist the temptation
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| From pyramid top to bottom of bowl
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| From whips and locks to fist and afro
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| We dug too deep to give up this gold
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| Don't be bought, and you won't be sold
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| Running on empty, you ain't gon' go
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| Running on empty, lead you to nowhere
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| We fact, nobody can lie
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| So resist the temptation
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| Five Thousand
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| This song go out to the Underground Railroad
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| Digital Underground.. |