| As I look in the mirror I see the picture gettin clearer
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| On the rip of this straightest of the life that I live
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| But uh I see em comin before they approach
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| Just like a stafty slot until you circle with hope
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| I maintaining on your legendary dreams and stack
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| Making million dollar moves with many platinum plaques
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| Negotiate your freedom, you catchin CRP
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| >From the court from blue, come many nights no sleep
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| What’s the scenerio of life when you trapped in crime
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| My lil homie still incarcerated for packing a nine
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| Now history repeat itself, there’s black on black
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| Check my backround, there’s evidence just hide it’s back
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| Eliminate all my foes, we run violent thrusts
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| Excuse me for my crime but in God I trust
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| Bossalinie uneffected by the eyes of even
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| Cause I’m military minded and demand my freedom
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| Record labels try to sign for many years infact
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| Want a life time commitment, get you hooked like crack
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| Independant, black owned, you can keep your deal
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| I remain with No Limit cause the tank be real
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| I lose my cousin eight years for the time he spent
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| The penetentary is full of black violent, meant
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| Try to make a change, they can’t
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| Cause they cuffs to tight
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| Momma please help us cause my mind ain’t right
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| It ain’t easy being me with my skin so toned
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| The mother land ain’t been the same since they took me from home
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| My mobile phone in the benz, gettin high with my friends
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| Rainy days got us fighting each other, digging our graves
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| A cell block full of pictures, can’t wait for parole
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| I need a second change of life cause I’m getting to old
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| And it’s cold I can’t see, can’t sleep at night
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| Like a rebel for my freedom, I’ll be prepared to fight |