| When night falls over the city
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| Gotta be ready 'cause it feels like
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| Somebody’s comin' to get me
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| It’s ten o’clock and darkness covers my area
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| And every night it’s gettin' a little bit more scarier
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| The eleven o’clock Monday news is more like a horror flick
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| People sure have changed, it seems that they enjoying this
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| Death and destruction with no instruction
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| Leads to malfunction, disruption and full consumption
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| How can I escape this mind state that I’m in?
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| I been tryin' but it seems that I can’t win
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| I’ve fallen and I can’t get up
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| And the homies that was my homies want to set me up
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| Somebody tried to tell me that it was all in my brain
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| I tried to act a hard male runnin' cocaine but it still don’t ease my pain
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| Am I insane or a victim of my own fears?
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| What’s goin' on, we supposed to be happy here
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| «God don’t make no junk,» that’s what I been told
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| But it seems to me that God ain’t in control
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| When night falls over the city
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| Gotta be ready 'cause it feels like
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| Somebody’s comin' to get me
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| When night falls over the city
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| Gotta be ready 'cause it feels like
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| Somebody’s comin' to get me
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| I need assistance but all I get is resistance
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| I try to be persistent but life can be gone in an instant
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| I’m scared to turn around 'cause I know somebody’s watching
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| I can feel they evil stares and I know that they plottin' on me
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| And scheamin', I wish I was dreamin'
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| If my mind was free I could chase away the demons
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| But it ain’t and they still can’t understand
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| That all I ever wanted in life was a chance to be a man
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| The same old pattern has got me goin' crazy, loc
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| Descendant of a king but I feel like a royal joke
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| Is this a sequel? |
| Are all men created equal?
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| The lies you told to the people back then, now they is lethal
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| And now we swimmin' in the pool like shark bait
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| Feel my pulse race, abnormal heart rate
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| And now I’m startin' to feel like I might come up missin'
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| I tried to tell somebody but nobody wouldn’t listen
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| When night falls over the city
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| Gotta be ready 'cause it feels like
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| Somebody’s comin' to get me
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| When night falls over the city
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| Gotta be ready 'cause it feels like
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| Somebody’s comin' to get me
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| I’m feelin' oppressed, this stifle, my life is trifle
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| No family, friends or relations, so I sleep with my rifle
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| And my pistol, I’m seein' stars and hearin' whistles
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| One shot from a little junky ass twenty-two will tear a whole your gristle
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| Won’t stay to state side
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| 'Cause the unpure fall off the fall by the way side
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| So stay your ass on the plate side
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| There’s nothin' to fear but the fear itself
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| And if you control the fear, then the fear is wealth
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| Do I have power or do I have no self control?
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| These long, lonely nights have made my heart grow cold
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| Hear my pleads, can somebody help a G
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| And will we fight this battle for eternity
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| I blame you 'cause my mind is not my own
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| So don’t blame me if I trespass in yo' zone
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| I’m your creation
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| The product of a twisted nation
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| Guess, this is what you’re facin'
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| When night falls over the city
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| Gotta be ready 'cause it feels like
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| Somebody’s comin' to get me
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| When night falls over the city
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| Gotta be ready 'cause it feels like
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| Somebody’s comin' to get me
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| When night falls over the city
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| Gotta be ready 'cause it feels like
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| Somebody’s comin' to get me
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| When night falls over the city
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| Gotta be ready 'cause it feels like
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| Somebody’s comin' to get me
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| When night falls over the city
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| Gotta be ready 'cause it feels like
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| Somebody’s comin' to get me |