| I'm a product of my environment
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| Weed smoke and silencers
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| Victims run from gunshots where projects sit
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| Reminiscing to view skeletal frames
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| Memories of life hang from what little remains
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| The results of young adults accustom to gangs
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| Winos and hoes accustom to change
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| See everything circles itself to be the same
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| Under the eyes of street lights starvin' for fame
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| You see us in two seaters, sweat suits and Adidas
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| But the pictures all different up under the frames
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| Most starve from chasin' the street god, code name desire
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| Tryin' to higher up the charts to play the game of life
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| The price comes at a hang us height
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| We all buckets like fuck it, tryin' to dangle right
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| With no rope, just hope, with a dream in sight
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| The scope pivoting, I hope that I'm aimin' right
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| Where we live at?
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| Where guns get sold, souls get told
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| Where the Devil gainin' control ruin your goals
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| Where we live at?
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| Hoes get paid, spots get sprayed
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| Livin' life day by day, daily we pray
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| Where we live at?
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| Kids they die from bullets that fly
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| Where the code is eye for an eye go ahead and try
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| Where we live at?
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| Niggas get touched for thinkin' they tough
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| Their righteous will bite the dust, that's how we live
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| Where you live at?
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| I wake up in the morning burdened by the world's drama
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| From the war on drugs to world hunger
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| From my brothers and sisters being murdered in Gaza
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| To the children in my hood shot dead on the corner
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| So I pray for good health as well as endurance
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| So I can help lead my people up out of this torment
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| I got responsibilities to be totally honest
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| I got a mission to complete even if I don't want it
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| Steady I'm haunted by the conscious of right deeds
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| They help guide me in the land of the trife thieves
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| My heart bleeds as I'm stabbed by the knife of oppression
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| Cause the words I'm expressin' deliver a message
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| Manifestion of realness as the world turns
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| You can witness the devil's lies, souls burn
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| Now it's our turn, to carry the torch
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| Of our predecessors in the booth as we stand firm
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| Where we live at?
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| Where guns get sold, souls get told
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| Where the Devil gainin' control ruin your goals
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| Where we live at?
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| Hoes get paid, spots get sprayed
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| Livin' life day by day, daily we pray
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| Where we live at?
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| Kids they die from bullets that fly
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| Where the code is eye for an eye go ahead and try
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| Where we live at?
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| Niggas get touched for thinkin' they tough
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| Their righteous will bite the dust, that's how we live
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| Where you live at?
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| If your style is wack you better run and hide
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| I'm here to shut down your block for the genocide
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| Do or die is a slogan that's emphasized
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| In the inner city limits is where the children lie
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| Tears drop from the eyes of the elder folk
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| Cause the youth never listened every time they spoke
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| They'd rather roll up and choke on that good reefer
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| And pretend that they ready for the Grim Reaper
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| In reality, homie you ain't even close
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| Demons snatchin' at your soul like the movie Ghost
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| We get comatose
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| Numb to the spinnin' grams
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| So we crafty with synonyms for the dividends
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| We get nice for a piece of ice
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| Or a piece of ass
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| Depending on the time and the circumstance
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| But depending on the time and the circumstance
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| Will determine how your viewed when your life's past
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| Where we live at?
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| Where guns get sold, souls get told
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| Where the Devil gainin' control ruin your goals
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| Where we live at?
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| Hoes get paid, spots get sprayed
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| Livin' life day by day, daily we pray
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| Where we live at?
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| Kids they die from bullets that fly
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| Where the code is eye for an eye go ahead and try
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| Where we live at?
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| Niggas get touched for thinkin' they tough
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| Their righteous will bite the dust, that's how we live
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| Where you live at? |