| Last night I heard the rain on my windowpane
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| All I could think about was all the time my mama Connie begged me to change
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| But I ain’t listen, and no this ain’t living
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| Tryna kiss your kids through a fucking glass window, no contact
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| Feedin' me through the tray hatch, even took the telephone
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| Tryna holla at my kids, baby mama never home
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| Serg and his boys got a problem cause I’m Boosie
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| Surrounded by rats so they can tell on me, cruel shit
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| Same with the news shit, paint a bad picture of me
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| With that picture in my head, was scared, I was go never touch
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| Living like the rest of us, Angola lifers
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| Working in the field, man over ya with a rifle
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| Letters get shorter, face get greyer
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| People ain’t got no paper, we might die in this bitch
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| This ain’t living, I wouldn’t wish this shit on my worst enemy
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| Feel like the whole world envy me
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| Know I’m talking 'bout
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| Co-defendant flipped on me, glad he done flipped back
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| Nigga was like my real son, killed me when he did that
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| Look in his eyes and look in mine, I be like «God damn»
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| They tryna stop a nigga shine, I think it’s time I
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| (I think it’s time I)
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| Open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
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| I think it’s time I open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
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| I think it’s time I open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
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| I think it’s time I open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
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| I sit in the dark, it’s so quiet I hear my heart beating
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| Two times faster than it did 'fore I was captured
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| I’m dreaming that I was free, I wake up like «God damn»
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| Sometimes I stare in the mirror and don’t know who I am
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| I feel like Job in the Bible, why is what I scream
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| My eyes don’t even clear with drops of Visine
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| I’m mad for being Boosie, so sad my eyes hurt
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| Only way the sun shine, I get out the rain first
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| On the phone, son crying, and I wanna wipe his tears
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| Change his diapers, clean his ears, now you deep off in my eyes
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| I try to let it go but I got hatred up inside
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| Shit moving in slow mo' like the Matrix in my eyes
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| No sleep, no rest so I’m feeling like I ain’t blessed
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| It’s true I got more than most but I’m caged up like the rest
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| The devil’s tryna defeat me, my closest friends deceive me
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| Question marks behind my freedom it got me barely eatin'
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| I wake up feeling delusional, thoughts surface my brain
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| Visualizing my kids, them thoughts turn into pain
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| My passion ain’t what it was, my faith medium-rare
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| People I thought loved me it seems like they don’t care
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| I’m stressing, biting my nails in my cell in pain
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| Me and the thunderstorms in my eyes can’t see the rain
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| I’m calling out to the man, impatient I gotta wait
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| I know he come when he want but I need him to come today
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| No one to kiss me and hug me and tell me it gon' be okay
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| Plus the sickness that’s attacking my kidneys like everyday
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| I think it’s time (I think it’s time I)
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| Open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
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| I think it’s time I open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
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| I think it’s time I open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
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| I think it’s time I open up the window of my eyes, my eyes, my eyes |