| The hammer hit the table leaving me with 7 years
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| My history was shit so I could’nt shed a tear
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| My future was a wall, surrounded by a cage
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| Them laws got me locked down damn at an early age
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| The only thing I got is a lust for the streets, the shit I gotta learn
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| And the shit I gotta teach
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| I’m living for the minute, muthafuck a whole hour
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| And I ain’t pickin shit up when It falls in the shower
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| My lady sends me pictures with her pussy in the air
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| But she ain’t really there
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| So I don’t really care
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| The only thing I got is a muthafuckin dinner
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| So fuck what I had, cuz where I’m at I’m a beginner
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| I gots to be a winner in this muthafuckin mix up
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| Get my shit together, scope it out and try to fix up
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| Some confidence to keep a real nigga going strong
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| The system is my house, the system is my home
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| The system was designed to keep a brotha on his back
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| The system crackers caught me that’s exactly where I’m at
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| My lawyer was a snitch, got me framed started buggin
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| My muthafuckin phone and the judge was his cousin
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| It’s hard thinkin positive with negative around me
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| So I had to relate to the grounds that surrounded thee
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| House and The Mound where I chill
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| With the niggas who respected a real nigga
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| Cuz MJG respect them too
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| So I had to survive living my life with the street rule «stay cool»
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| Disregard school and make my money fool, check it
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| It’s hard to understand where I’m comin from if you on the outside talkin shit
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| Lookin in, then again if you was on the inside lookin out, 9 times outta 10
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| You would probably be my friend
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| Nigga how you figure, the system’s gonna help ya
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| The ghetto’s where they put ya, the ghetto’s where they kept ya
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| See deep down in my heart I had this urge to go astray
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| And knock out all my problems in one ordinary day
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| The system got me thinkin cuz I’m locked down in a tank
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| They saw a brotha strokin, so they had to make his ship sank
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| So I can’t get mixed up with them devils or no other
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| With Ani… mosity I hate when It’s a brother, none other
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| Than a buck, duck, hoodle up, shootin up thangs in the wind
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| I’m in the Pen, you outside lookin in |