| Yeah
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| Yuh
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| For Real
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| Ay
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| Blood stains on my t-shirt
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| I’m so d-sturbed
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| I’m on the curb
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| On my knees
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| With a chest full of e syrup
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| It don’t ease nerves
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| It just reverbs when I breathe
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| Why can’t I just reach for what I need?
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| Like I’m chained down to this dang town
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| My feet clamped to a street lamp
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| I had a good heart but that thing drowned
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| (Peace) Peace he’s searching for years
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| Heart full of grief it’s hurting his ribs
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| Daily we grieving and maybe the reason for the sickness
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| We witnessin' murderous kids right
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| Smoking plastic
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| That open casket will steal yo smile
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| Especially when they kill your child
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| Uh
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| My life is so grim
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| Would it be better if I chose Him?
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| Cuz out here the light well it glows dim
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| Would it be brighter if I go in?
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| I done lost fam I done lost friends
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| Can’t get enough of that gun violence
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| Like a comic book it go BOOM
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| No talk and that gun be so silent
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| Two and a half square mouth that beef be thick
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| No cuts no hidin'
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| Funk right across street with my childhood friends
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| Gotta keep the chrome by me
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| It’s so grimy
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| Can’t swim but he in too deep
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| Can’t cope so nose divin'
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| That lean help him get some sleep
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| No hope but his soul cryin'
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| That root hitting under that tree
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| Big clouds keep his pain hidin'
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| A gangsta what he chose to be, see
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| My life is so grim
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| Would it be better if I chose Him?
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| Cuz out here the light well it glows dim
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| Would it be brighter if I go in?
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| My life is so grim
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| Would it be better if I chose Him?
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| Cuz out here the light it glows dim yeah
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| Would it be brighter if I go in?
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| Yuh, For real
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| Ay, Ay
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| Rollin' with my soldiers
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| Trying to touch enough dough that they think we own a bank
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| Pouring drank loaded off enough venom
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| We could make a cobra faint
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| Rallies on that Nova paint
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| Them Cali boys be holding rank
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| In the alley of death’s valley
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| They piling us up in holding tanks
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| Elementary school we holding shanks
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| Restless in a bed of war
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| Bullets rain and metal pours
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| Berettas when we settle scores
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| You better protect yo necklace
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| And the breakfast for the predators
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| Death is not a metaphor
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| We busy bout the devil’s chores
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| Yeah we need help God
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| We need sight
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| For real, huh
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| We need help
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| Please Lord we need light!
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| Dear Lord
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| My life is so grim
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| Would it be better if I just chose Him?
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| Oh I need to know
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| Cuz out here the light is so so dim
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| Would it be brighter if I go in?
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| My life is so grim
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| Would it be better if I chose Him? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Go Inn , by - Şevin. Song from the album P4MH: Church in tha Jungle, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп