| Tired of trials and tribulations
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| It seems like life is Hell, dreams the only way of escapin
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| to worlds that’s beyond imagination
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| I know a place, I could take you there through elevation
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| Where I come from young ones pump jums for lump sums
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| Bustin guns, trust none, become son
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| Truth spells broke loose shells that propel
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| Where I’m dwellin, niggaz bail, tellin what you sellin
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| My nigga Tone just came home but improvised
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| The system tried to give him 5 more for gettin high
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| Fly Stacy, daddy’s little lady fucks crazily
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| Wavy after baby, lost the shape fancy lately
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| Used to spend the quiet nights home, now she likes to roam
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| Feelin quite grown, caught in like cyclones
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| I was taught be the wise of glide and I’ll impass
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| to advance, learn the science of life and earn the masters
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| Trapped in the havoc, I’m forced to go the whole
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| Although, it might spell a jail cell and no parole
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| I fight with the force of Steve Austin
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| Until my arms can no longer hold off the coffin
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| In this ghetto Heaven, God bless the children
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| Whose shattered dreams are offered and hard to mend
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| We don’t believe in Heaven, we livin in Hell
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| Tryin to escaped, but fate’s sealed in the bomb shell
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| Feelin like U’ey, he knew they would pnat the plot
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| When high-tech surveillance got my moves on watch
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| So, I drop jewels, use the music to educate
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| Can’t celebrate 'til we elevate |