| Ghetto eyeing, ghetto’s dying, ghetto’s crying
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| Unemployment, no hiring, ghetto firing
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| But we got the heart of a lion
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| The music to our ears is the sound of a siren
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| Most don’t stand a chance
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| Get stuck, can advance
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| Criminal record or in a ambulance
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| Gang bangers considered soldiers
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| Killing each other on the streets
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| Got they mother in for enclosure
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| The Lord knows ya, Lord chose ya, Lord holds ya
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| Is explosion, can’t keep my composure
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| I love Obama, he ain’t the savior
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| No unity in my community, we don’t love thy neighbor
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| Ghetto folks, change your behavior
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| Be braver, pick the fruits of our labor
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| And stop calling for these tricks
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| When white America get a cold, black people get sick
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| Yo, you want the milk, go eat the honey
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| Why? |
| Cause my message can beat your money
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| You unprepared, unaware
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| You either running free or you running scared
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| So how you running?
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| Are you running, dawg?
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| Or is it just your mouth you running?
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| I’m hunger-driven, unforgiven
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| Everybody high like the cost of livin'
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| All-taking, no-giving
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| I got bitch knowledge, ho wisdom
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| You a math major, old division
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| Altered vision, I take aim, all precision
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| I get mine, step back
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| It always gets dark before it gets black
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| Yo, so who’s keeping time?
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| From champagne or cheap wine
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| You speaking for money? |
| I’m speaking my mind |