| Through the eyes of a Gravedigga, yo, everything is going to Hell
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| My super thugs is all goin to jail, blowin their bail on ballin
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| When business and sales keep fallin, but when the streets keep fallin
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| My peeps keep crawlin, deep into the trench
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| With God-U's for self-defence, the war is intense
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| My warrior sin says manifest says send out the S.O.S.,
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| Save Our Soldiers
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| Represent, behold our hour with the glass of time
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| Can we only get power, from a mass of crime?
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| Havin a judge sayin, Your ass is mine
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| As I pearls to get cash, the swine
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| Like it ain’t enough positive shit to go around
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| As black bones get deposited into the ground
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| When I hit you with truth it hurts
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| You’ll rather here about those spooks and ghosts
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| Don’t let it get you down son, when the block’s locked down
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| Dirty cops come around with four-pounds, and niggaz get shot down dead
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| Laid up in the cemetery bed, we all live amongst the Bloodshed
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| Yo, unleash the vent, build off the strength
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| De-orogatory switch, niggaz bust the snitch
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| A-alikes thinking foul, could see it Fat ground crossed ya feet, thug God, the navy seal
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| For real, protect my own peeps from guns and shields
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| Let him heal, send him back in a stretched Deville
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| Most wanted, the most dangerous
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| Brain and guts bein spilled is the aim for us, plus
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| P.H.D.'s, never these, black niggaz get caught in traffic
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| Fittin the demographic
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| The Lone Ranger, 400 years still a stranger
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| Still gettin beat like a Harvey Wallbanger
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| Destined for rage and uprise, inherit the meak
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| Still enslaved in Romanian Greek
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| Guard the tally, your finale in the street
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| Mothafucka, I still rule the valley (what nigga?)
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| Sufferin little children are comin to me Livin in the ghetto and slums of misery
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| Ebony lives, they’re subject to venom and lies
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| The black youth with minimum ties
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| No root to the tribal glues you provide a guide
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| Soul divide is self-suicide
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| You and I, should bond together
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| Unified, through the stormy weather
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| Do or die, you was born my brother
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| Nature’s your mother, the most highest aura
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| Father, who art in heaven, me and you, brethern,
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| slippin inside of Hell’s oven
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| Run by the devils that got no lovin
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| No wonder we all be buggin, pushin and shovin
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| We totally frustrated, aggrevated, agitated, mis-educated
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| Unappreciated, I got affidavits that date back to David, that’s why we’re hated
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| Yet still we press on, even though the stress is the norm
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| And the address that we rest is wrong
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| My live Vietnam strong arms, I think with the trigger
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| Hold your own, sacrifice the world for a nigga
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| Word bond, Twelve Jewelz, the lifeline, vicular mind
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| Up under the fine, sexual architechtual structure
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| It only takes so much, in the trench hereditary
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| My heart pumped the cold city lights
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| I’m hypin up my niggaz to fight, y’aight
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| Million Man March cavalry, assault and battery
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| The double-edge style is single hand malice
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| Deep thick, a bomber in the world a piranha
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| NARCs bustin caps through your goose-down bomber
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| The Kay Creo, ridin patrol, artillery, feel me?
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| Fuck it, I’m all paramilitary, buckshots reign, the ruggeded terrain
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| Unless a nigga standin for change
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| The spoon fed lies are bein nothin but game |