| There’s just too many rages
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| Too many infinite screams at night, we’re living in concrete cages
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| Another child is doomed, to be torn in his mother’s womb
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| By the spark of the twelve gauges
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| Sometimes it seems like I can’t go on, I can’t go on
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| But when I envision a black man with thorns in his hand
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| On a crucifix I get strong
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| Never will I ever let a devil ever deceive me again (HA!) mislead me
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| 'Cause what I’ma hit you with’s gonna hurt (yeah)
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| Because the flesh is meaningless it remains amongst the dirt
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| But the soul is uplifted
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| 10−31−67 I’m God gifted
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| MC’s are changing it grows like a fungus
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| Beware of the evil that walks among us, behold
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| A fallen angel, hark, the rebel
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| The mark of 6−6-6, the Devil
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| You better beware 'cause he’s comin behind you
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| No it doesn’t take long for him to find you
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| It’s a sneak attack black, he’s gonna smack you
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| In the form of a rock that’s inside of a capsule
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| Or maybe in the form of a man
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| That says to trust me and then begins to shake your hand
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| But when you examined your hand you learned
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| You’re alarmed that your palm was disfigured and burned
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| No no no no, it’s not surprising
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| Open your book, look to the horizon
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| Start scoping, open your eyes and strive to
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| Study the holy Qu’ran or read the Holy Bible
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| I’m making a getaway, plan it’s gonna be a better way
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| There’s gotta be a better day
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| Hmmmmmmm… and now I ask, Lord have mercy upon me
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| And grant me sight, for what I can’t see
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| For you are the shepherd and I shall not want
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| To front, yes to be blunt, I won’t flunk
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| For I am blessed with the gift of knowledge (yeah)
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| Without college, but now let’s shift
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| Into the specific dimension that we call Earth
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| Where God gave us the gift of birth
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| Last but not least Ephesians 6 tells you to teach the child
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| Revelation tells about two-day swarms, the guns and diseases
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| Homicides over epidemics and crack vials
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| Got guns going BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK
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| And when you look up you see a kid got struck
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| But mentally the blood pours out of the mother’s heart
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| 'Cause it hurts to lose to Lucifer’s part (mmm, yeah)
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| Yes, for I have seen the light
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| That shines bright even in the dark of the night
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| And I (I) thank (thank) thee (thee)
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| For constantly watching over me
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| There are about, four hundred and fifty-thousand homeless without housing
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| Brothers sharing cells and sharing beds
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| They can’t seek a job with this hair that’s dread
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| Sit back and face reality with these lyrics
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| I hope they can uplift your spirits
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| (we're living in the last days, we’re living in the last days)
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| 'Cause God made water and trees food man woman
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| Land fire grass animals clouds and sunrays to shine
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| On the parents of those twenty-six kids that died last year (last year)
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| And it’s a shame it’s a crying shame, uhh
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| Sometimes I felt that I was there
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| You better get up and wipe to clear your eyes
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| And get right with the master of disguise |