| I was an outcast, outsider, trouble maker
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| A lost soul, outta control, in danger
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| Didn’t have a care in the world, my feelings were numb
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| Never showing emotion, it’s easy for some
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| I don’t know how it happened, how I got to this point
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| But I needed a way out, I was stuck in a ploy
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| I needed another path or I’d self destruct
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| I was down on my luck, my head was so fucked
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| A menace runnin' the streets is what I was
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| Holdin' my heat and rollin' with the serious thugs
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| You couldn’t tell me a thing, I was like my brother
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| Words went in one ear and out the other
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| Slangin' and bangin' with a chip on my shoulder
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| An insane in the brain certified street soldier
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| So close to the grave, you at an early age
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| Can’t tell you the price I’ve paid
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| Oh, the sky overhead, it’s like a canvas of grey
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| I don’t know how much time I’ll be given to stay
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| From the first spring to light till the end of the day
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| I’m just livin' my life till they come carry me away
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| I’ve been there in LA nights in the block where I came up
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| My pops used to hate when we hanged with them bangers
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| Guess he knew one day that we’ll become us
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| That’s just how it is when you live where we come from
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| «Fight, don’t run!» |
| is the motto we live by
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| Get 'em on the ground and stomp a mind about ten times
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| Sure we was just kids back then
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| I had no remorse for what we did back then
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| Six of us, one call, we’d all pack in
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| Hit the strip and go and get the shit crackin'
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| Gun wars and drug deals, I seen 'em happen
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| When I started losin' homeboys, I wasn’t laughin'
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| I looked all around and seen none of 'em there
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| That’s when I figured out that nobody cared
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| If we lived or die, we’ll just get high and ride
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| And I wasn’t gonna let this happen one more time
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| Oh, the sky overhead, it’s like a canvas of grey
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| I don’t know how much time I’ll be given to stay
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| From the first spring to light till the end of the day
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| I’m just livin' my life till they come carry me away
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| My mother would stand for me every step of the way
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| She didn’t judge me, she told me I’d win some day
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| When I was at my lowest, when I had no focus
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| She pulled me out the gutter, said I wasn’t hopeless
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| Every night she prayed for me I was out on the street
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| Chillin' on the corner with the hand on my heat
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| Eyes open wide for the pigs and foes
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| It’s an every day hazard when you hustle for dough
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| So many nights I didn’t come home, she thought the worst
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| Maybe somebody shot me down without any remorse
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| Maybe I hurt somebody and I was stuck in a cell
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| Well, I regret all those times that I put her through hell
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| When I reflect back on those days, my heart aches
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| And everybody I lost or let down, I wish I could take it
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| All back and make it better but I can’t, so I try
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| To make amends and be there through thick and thin
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| Oh, the sky overhead, it’s like a canvas of grey
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| I don’t know how much time I’ll be given to stay
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| From the first spring to light till the end of the day
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| I’m just livin' my life till they come carry me away
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| Come carry me away
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| Come carry me away
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| Come carry me away
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| Come carry me away |