| Look how they mistreat us
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| I know they wish they could lock us down and beat us
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| They wanted me dead before birth when I was a fetus
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| Makin' racial joke but scared to say it in my facial folk
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| Cause they see danger, many years of that anger bein' broke
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| Now what them folks know about that
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| He’s sellin' dope to have a birthday because his mama’s on crack
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| He never had a job, because he never had a chance
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| They figured he wanted to rob just because he’s the black man
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| They pulled my race shot out
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| Makin' movies showin' people that I’m the dope dealer and high school dropout
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| I call it strange, like I’m livin' in a shootin' range
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| Runnin' from them coppers to hittin' the fences to playin' the dope game
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| And plus that three strikes is pointed at me
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| For three violent crimes, struck out with three felonies
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| The president want me killed or locked up, but I ain’t dead yet
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| I can’t smoke weed, but he’ll let me smoke a cigarette
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| Open yo' eyes!
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| (Chorus by uncredited female singer:)
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| If you open up your eyes
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| Look around and you will find
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| Life is a precious gift to use
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| Got to open up your eyes
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| You’ll begin to realize
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| Life doesn’t always go your way
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| (Verse 2: Bart)
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| They got me trapped like 'Pac, uhh, I picture my face before death
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| No CPR no homies helpin' me gain my strength
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| Just pumpin' blood losses, plus lookin' around for who seein'
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| My main objective was obsolete from gettin' away and keep breathin'
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| I’m like a cypher structure, so barely hangin' from threads
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| Suckin' for breath but I’m seein' death so I take one blow to the head
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| Historic Holocaust in the history books in our schools
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| Like a soldier, I’m holdin' my 9, nasty wit' 2 gun wounds
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| Knowin' I’m doomed, desperate, my clothing diluted in blood
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| Message, makin' my mind, do the Man Upstairs got a grudge?
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| But I know my time was tooken, hurt from the dirt I was doin'
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| Just picture the hurt from all the dirt that purgin' this mob influence
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| How could he do this? |
| Killin' me dead thinkin' he was my folks
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| Now I know, to open my eyes and realize once mo'
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| Life has its consequences, although you believe in yo' pride
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| Who died? |
| Was the morning sickness of her 9-year old cryin'
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| Open yo' eyes!
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| (Chorus by uncredited female singer:)
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| If you open up your eyes
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| Look around and you will find
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| Life is a precious gift to use
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| Got to open up your eyes
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| You’ll begin to realize
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| Life doesn’t always go your way
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| (Verse 3: Keak Da Sneak)
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| I look you eye to eye, when it comes stare, won’t dare to blink
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| For the fact they call me Sneak Attack and I react on what I think
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| I can’t afford the luxury, like a star, of a negative thought
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| When bustas lookin' mean-muggin' me quickly lick 'em like a 40 of malt
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| Halt, when last time I hit and shot this barkin', lookin' inside the barrel
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| Trigger finger itchin', flinchin' but sparkin', and it’s pitch dark in
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| Cop some booze, armed and dangerous
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| For catchin' a nigga, he famous
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| Every busta on the street know what his name is
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| Sho' ain’t my homie, pulled out a sack and planted it on me
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| I tried to beat the case and still got convicted, this shit is phony
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| The police on me, throughout my lifetime all I ever seen was negativity
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| It’s how I work it, I bag it up, no diggity and hit the blitty
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| But if my eyes closed, realize those, thangs might be chance
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| I’d rather be dead broke than locked up after used to livin' fancy
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| So open yo' eyes
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| (Chorus by uncredited female singer:)
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| If you open up your eyes
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| Look around and you will find
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| Life is a precious gift to use
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| Got to open up your eyes
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| You’ll begin to realize
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| Life doesn’t always go your way
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| Stay focused and don’t go astray
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| Say your prayers before you lay |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Open Your Eyes, artist - 3X Krazy. Album song Stackin Chips, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп