| These is hard times we livin' in Churches burnin, planes fallin from the sky
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| Murder, the good die young
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| The good definitely die young
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| This is a lil' somethin'
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| To help you get through the day
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| If you could
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| It was more than a tragedy
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| Emotions be grabbin' me Plane fell from the sky
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| We tryin' to figure what happened
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| Burnin' churches, fearin' God
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| Who can be so cruel
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| We all ignorant to AIDS
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| Till it happens to you
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| Just be a man, make plans
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| Listen to your voice
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| A woman’s tryin' to make decisions
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| We should leave them a choice
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| Cause who are we to say who lives and die
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| Breathes and stops
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| All this judgement on other lives
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| Needs to stop
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| What are we livin' for
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| Givin' more back than takin'
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| On my knees still waitin' for my own salvation
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| Now I feel abandoned
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| cause Pat Bucanan say I’m greedy
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| You can take my taxes, send me to war
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| But can’t feed me It’s so easy to regret things
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| After they done
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| Babies catchin' murder cases
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| Scared to laugh in the sun
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| The tragedies that we all need
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| Love in doses
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| In times like these we feel closest
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| The good die young
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| Does anybody have an answer why
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| It seems the good die young
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| Can anybody tell me why
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| Can anybody tell me why
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| Now in my world will it get worse
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| When I been trapped since birth
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| But I had to sleep in a hearse
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| Cause it was my bed first
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| My grands probably burnin'
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| Turnin' in they grave
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| Some folks ain’t even get to see a high age
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| But they did so I ain’t afraid
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| And this money got me feelin like a star
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| And this murder got me Feelin like my death ain’t far
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| And the land (?) and stolen cars
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| Don’t get no better
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| Don’t get no weaker or no harder
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| I was raised in a rush without my moms
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| And my father
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| So tell me somethin
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| If I grab my gat and get the dumpin'
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| Would God get to lookin' at me funny
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| Rest in peace to my mother Aquillah Beale
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| Rest in peace to my father Salek Beale
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| Rest in peace to my grandparents
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| And thug in peace to my brother Seike
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| You know I love you
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| Witch world first storms (?) and then Al Pac and then Yak
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| Redrey (?) Brown
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| Coulda' sworn I seen ya face in a cloud
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| Family grievin' on your last breath
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| Close to the heart whether you know it or not
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| I swear the love won’t stop
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| Jewel, that’s my boo
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| Mom, Duke and Lou
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| From jump
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| You kept it true, helped to feed the crew
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| The good die young
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| Livin' fast jumpin' the gun
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| Mama blamin' the community for killin' her son
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| My cousin Darren wasn’t scared of goin'
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| But never knowin' he was dyin' slower
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| I guess I see ya when I see ya soulja
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| Does anybody have an answer why
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| It seems the good die young
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| Can anybody tell me why
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| Can anybody tell me why
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| I know my life ain’t promised
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| That’s why the wise move in silence
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| Analize these scandalous times
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| It’s hard dogg but we manage
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| Schools turn to war zones
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| Even homes unsafe
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| Leavin' children to play caged and raged
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| They hate, how come
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| Someone explain why the good die young
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| Why the bad die slow and outlive everyone
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| It’s time somethin' is done
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| For our young kids
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| They growin' opus (??)
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| That ain’t the way to live
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| Tell me why
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| Days go past and as they pa*s
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| Time move quicker
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| No time for wastin'
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| Put your hustle down my young dealers
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| Cause the end is nearer
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| But at least that’s what they tellin' me Hell, all I know brothers
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| Ain’t ridin' 4 3 felonys
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| It’s time to plan, plot, and strategize
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| Capitolize, mobilize
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| We in the war y’all
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| It’s for all y’all
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| My family to the ones that stabbed (?) me Little bit mo' love is what’s recommended
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| Yeah, and it’s plain to see
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| The seeds from you and me Gon' be the ones to lead us towards unity
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| That’s if we treat them right
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| Man, teach them right
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| Raise your kids better than you was
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| And see what it does
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| But if you don’t
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| Man, we sho' to be done
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| We’ll all see exactly why the good die young
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| Does anybody have an answer why
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| It seems the good die young
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| Can anybody tell me why
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| Can anybody tell me why
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| This is for all my homeboys that pa*sed away
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| And all yo' homeboys that pa*sed away
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| I send this out to all the fallen soldiers
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| That’s in the cemetaries buried
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| Never got to see they dreams
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| For everything I touch you touch
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| For every step I take you take
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| For every breath I breather you breathe
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| Every dollar I make you make
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| I told you we’d make it to the sunshine one day
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| You just got there a little quicker
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| But like my homeboys Thugs say
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| I’ll catch ya at the crossroads
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| The good die young
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| This song is dedicated to all them
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| Young kids and people that are innocent
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| That died young
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| At Columbine High
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| Rest in Peace (Oklahoma)
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| Outlawz
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| Lil' young Xzandafer
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| Tasha, all them
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| All the fallen kids
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| The dead babies
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| The closed caskets |