| I’ma try this
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| I don’t even know if this nigga even listens, man
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| Fuck it
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| Dear God can you hear me?
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| I spend my life between the light blue lines and loose-leafs
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| Split my time between impressionable minds and true beef
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| Spend my days up, nights up, it’s too hard to sleep
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| Look at my face, it’s not the one of someone at peace
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| I carry guns and I don’t need to, but my mind’s so fucked
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| I see assassins coming out of the rough
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| I keep my doors locked, windows shut, Js down, four pound
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| Waiting on some satans who may think of invading
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| When I do sleep, I dream about pain and unrest
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| About gunfights, and dumb dumbs exploding my chest
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| I see my boys that have died, sitting with me again
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| When I wake, I realize that I lost most of my friends
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| Will my past come back to get me?
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| Will them niggaz that we shot come back to wet me?
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| I’m paranoid, it ain’t easy when your lifestyle was grimy and greasy
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| I’m trying to make peace with the karma of drama
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| God please believe me!
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| Every night I pray, just to see another day
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| I just wanna live one more day!
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| God I don’t know your name
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| I don’t know if you’re really there or if you even care about me
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| I never trust but you
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| But seems I won’t stay alive and I don’t know why
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| I don’t even know why!
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| Please give me a sign, dear God can you hear me?
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| Everyday I try to think that it’d just go away
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| But it would never, this mind fuckings with me to stay
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| Every person that I meet, could be from some passed beef
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| He could be reaching in his jacket for the ratchet, I’m tripping
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| Sometimes I even thought that I’ll be better of dead
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| I went to doctors, they stuck rods on the side of my head
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| They said you’re fine, doing well, set show on TVs
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| I said I know, but I think somebody is coming for me
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| If they seen what I seen, and been where I been
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| They know that I have committed; |
| the evilest sins
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| If they knew what I knew; |
| and had done what I done
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| They play the wicked knight, and they would trust no one
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| I got the car, girl, cribs, jewels, hatched to the max
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| But my brain is playing war games, I can’t relax
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| It ain’t easy when your lifestyle was grimy and greasy
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| Trying to make peace with the karma of drama, please believe me!
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| So I tried to get my life right and teach the youth
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| I did my basic gangbanging so I worked on the truth
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| I spit game to the little niggaz, all that I can
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| Cause they admire my style, they like the way that I am
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| They loved the cars, the clothes, the big wide brain
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| I tried to teach them about the pain, that the fast cash brings
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| But no matter what I say, they see the game everyday
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| And the richies of the ones that have the grudge to play
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| Get Rich or Die Trying, that’s what all of them say
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| What can I do? |
| (YEAH!!) I’ve lived my fucking life that way
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| I’m not Role Model, my role is too dirty to follow
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| Every phone calls another case of death to life
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| I’m trying to struggle with the paradox of wrong and right
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| And since I live by the gun, will I die by the night?
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| It ain’t easy when your lifestyle was grimy and greasy
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| Just trying to make peace with the karma of drama, God please believe me! |