| The ghetto is pitch black and we all wanna shine
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| So a third of us rhyme
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| The other half about math, flipping birds, we intertwine
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| There is no words to describe my habitat except hostile
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| 40oz. |
| brews and trips to the hospital or Wasco
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| Get locked in solitude surrounded by darkness hoping some light shine through
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| Cause we used to DVD boosting, crack rock producing, business suits claim we’re
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| useless
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| And won’t give us jobs, and wonder why their ass get robbed
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| Wonder why my young brother stuck on reefer
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| Because the state refuse to pay good teachers
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| While the rich kids watch from the bleachers
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| I ask Jesus let some light creep in
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| May I kick a little something for the G’s and cold hearted niggas that’s
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| freezin'
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| Everythang happens for a reason
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| But why a nigga stuck shit, this ain’t nothing for the radio, nah this ain’t
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| nothing for the radio
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| Nah, this right here what you’ve been waiting for, hey this right here what
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| you’ve been waiting for
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| Why is it me that this dark cloud follows?
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| I probably drown in this Belvedere bottle
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| Ugh I get my hymns from him it’s a revival
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| The limits keep my hands spinning like a gyro
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| I need a chiro-prac, cause I feel like I’m alone in this world
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| Who got my back?
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| They tell me find god like I don’t know where he at
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| And if he lost why we following him
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| Just acknowledge the fact that a father exists
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| And the devil’s alive, I’m just caught in the mix
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| Before he shines his light on me I was out on the strip
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| Holding it down till I discovered my gift (got talent bro, I’m telling you)
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| It felt more like a curse, in my hoodie, I still made it to church
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| Just in time they hear the pastor complain like sunshine after the rain,
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| help us out |