| Outside I can hear 'em bussin', bussin'
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| And the police they rushin'
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| Go to my head like concussion
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| I’d rather not have this discussion
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| My mind racing for the elevation of the toxic in my blood
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| Where my mind, don’t know now
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| But I know where it was
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| I need Nikki, where is Nikki
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| Baby girl please come and get me
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| Now I’m old and shit is trippy, but I know that god is with me
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| This that baby mama drama
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| Give a fuck about a man I know Imma
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| Be there for my son, talking with my sister it begun
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| End of the month, that’s the worst of the month
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| But the first of the month put the weed in the blunt
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| That welfare check, check, won’t ever bounce like my daddy did
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| But I’m glad he did cause it made me strong
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| Made me help somebody with this song
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| Paint the picture of my life
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| Growing up what it was like
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| Section 8, grab a plate
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| Food for thought, gravitate
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| Food stamps, social services tryna take me away
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| My mama locked up, I pray to god that I see her today
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| Maybe not, maybe so, West Deer Park that’s all I know
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| Just me and my homies, people that know me
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| Only ones that know
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| Around my way, living day by day
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| Corn rows and hang time, automatics and gang signs
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| Five-O with them K-9's
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| Manhunt when it’s game time
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| They was robbing the ice cream man in broad day
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| Now I’m running from the police, don’t know how but I got away
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| Selling weed to my homies, and a girl in the building that know me
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| At 15, such a fiend, for the shit, that I seen
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| All my homies smoking green, fucking bitches, sipping lean
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| It was king, it was cool, seemed like something I should do
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| Such a youngin, such a fool
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| Now I’m breaking into school
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| Cause my homie told me to
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| What to do, what would you
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| When will I lose my anonymity and become one with the enemy?
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| Tell me would I be the enemy, feel like nobody in front of me
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| I can feel the vibe
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| Bobby what are you thinking?
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| What are you dreaming about?
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| Bobby, what’s inside?
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| What are you thinking right now?
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| What are you thinking?
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| Go to sleep
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| I guess that I was just thinking things would be different now
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| Cause when I wake up my dreams fade
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| Everything cascade
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| In this vanilla sky, I feel like David Aames
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| Why must I open my eyes
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| I wish that I could stay asleep forever
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| Attain every goal I wanted and watch it repeat forever
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| Will it happen, maybe never
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| Maybe so, I got to know
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| But tell me why
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| I picture myself at the top but I know that I’m dreaming
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| Will I wake up before I finally confront all my demons
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| Maybe not
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| All I know is this life I live I can’t live it no longer
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| Wish I was stronger, wish that I could survive
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| Turn on the TV let it wash my brain
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| Pretend that family’s my family to avoid the pain
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| Hello children, how was school?
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| It was good, how bout you?
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| I love you (I love you son)
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| I love mama too
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| Are you ready for dinner? |
| I’m able to set the table
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| Till I snap out the fable when that TV turn off and I realize I’m back in hell |