| Inner city strugglin' motherfuckin' rat race
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| Condemned pressure cooker that explodes in your face
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| Another neighborhood gets destroyed by the drug deal
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| Stakin' a claim on an estate that is real
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| Pay the mob’s price for your own protection
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| Half a wise guy makes the wrong connections
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| Flooding our streets with your wanna be bullshit
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| Who whacks who, don’t matter who gets hit
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| The space between the death of our friends is so close
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| This month it was neglect, our boy died of an overdose
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| Last month a gunshot a typical story
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| That’s just the way it goes in a failed territory
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| No hope, just dope and your chances are slim
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| To grow up and get out 'cause you’re already in
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| The vacuum of the street so powerful
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| Suckin' you in it, drains your mind by the hour fool
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| Still smokin' dippers our friends are all dusted
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| Slave to a bottle of juice fuckin' disgusted
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| Can’t you see the neighborhood’s a black hole
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| And the odds are that we’ll never grow old
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| Young guns scam runnin' on a get ahead quick tip
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| With your pretty ass crimes, you’re on a blind road trip
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| Day to day death wish we all carry inside
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| Welcome to your suicide
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| An epitaph from your failed territory
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| An epitaph from your failed territory
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| An epitaph from your failed territory
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| An epitaph from your failed territory
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| Wake up, break out
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| An epitaph from your own self doubt
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| Wake up, break out
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| Wake up, break out
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| An epitaph from your own self doubt
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| Wake up, break out
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| You call yourself a part of the avenue crew
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| Living here doesn’t offer much else to do
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| But get into beef, take each other’s back
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| Kid of eighteen broke his skull with a bat
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| Always changin' with the trends like a fuckin' chameleon
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| You should live for yourself 'cause you’re one in a million
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| A rebel 'cause you weren’t born into wealth
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| But the only thing holdin' you down is yourself
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| On the road we get the phone calls breakin' our hearts
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| When they find someone we love in the trunk of a car
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| Nothin' you can do just another sad story
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| An epitaph from your failed territory
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| An epitaph from your failed territory
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| An epitaph from your failed territory
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| An epitaph from your failed territory
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| An epitaph from your failed territory
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| An epitaph from your failed territory
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| An epitaph from your failed territory |