| In the heart of the city where we were raised
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| Can’t be afraid have to be brave can’t show fear
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| Or emotion
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| Show nothing
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| I hated school I hated rules
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| Hated all my teachers, hated all my principals
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| Well not all, I guess one didn’t try to play me
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| She thought I was smart I guess she was going to save me
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| But when you try to save the world it makes you crazy
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| That’s why I don’t blame her for giving up
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| Especially on a nigga that clearly just doesn’t give a fuck
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| Cause in my heart I already knew my fate would precede my lifestyle
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| And that I might die behind a gate
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| Because a life of crime only takes you two places
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| Yeah two places where you don’t need no suitcases
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| Looking back at it moving in a few phases
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| It’s hard to pinpoint life in these confusing ages
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| When childhood stops and manhood beings
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| Child born in the wild smiles all pretend
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| If a child of the wild smiles just to draw you in
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| Show no fear waiting for your ass to jump
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| Carry my gun everywhere like it’s my asthma pump
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| But the only difference is it takes your breath away
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| So my advice is that you should walk away
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| And if there’s no compliance
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| Well there’s really nothing left to say
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| It’s crazy how much hatred
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| We have for one another
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| When I buy a gun I buy it for my brother
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| Not as a gift but incase one of my brothers wanna
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| Start actin a little niggerish in a disrespectful manner
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| Well then I got the hammer to hit him with
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| Cause you can’t show weakness
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| When you in the guerrillasness
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| Is this the jungle, or the neighborhood that I grew up in
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| If it’s a jungle, pass the ammo get to bustin
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| I’m sure it’s planned by someone who finds it interustin'
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| My brain, my heart
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| Inside inner-wrestling
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| My brain has my heart inside the full-nelson
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| I’m a piece of shit and I know it
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| It’s hard to change and outgrow it
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| It’s hard to deal with my frustrations
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| When I feel it I show it
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| Give me a chance and I’ll blow it
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| Low and behold is my crutch
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| Caught in-between making a difference and not giving a fuck
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| I’m at in a pool with a ] on both arms
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| Tired of playing a fool blind in search of shelter from harm
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| I’m a flower surrounded by piece of weeds on the lawn
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| Allergic to the rays of the Sun, but I’m leaving at dawn
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| I’m gone, leaving behind all the pressure and pain
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| All the aggression and oppression that I try to withstand
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| All the negative thinking that’s leaving a void in my brain
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| All the liquor, all the weed wet pills and the cain
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| I’m profane and strange accept it and love me the same
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| I’m a work of imperfection from the vessel I came
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| Easy for me to play it out but it’s hard to explain
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| It’s hard making out the line between my pride and my shame |