| Mmm, word
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| Yo life is definitely real
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| You gotta take it to heart, know what I’m sayin?
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| There’s so much confusion, confusion
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| Today on the streets
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| So for us to live forever, God blesses our lives
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| God blesses our lives
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| Check it
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| When I was young I never had to dodge bullets
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| My peoples always taught me live life to the fullest
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| But draggin me to church, seven days a week
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| Couldn’t keep me off the streets, with the evil that I wreak ya see
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| My tongue was ill I spilled language with profanity
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| Workin odd jobs couldn’t buy me my vanity (say what)
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| Insanity was the edge of reality
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| And when I tried to slide right, wrong was always callin me
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| The devil takes many colors and shapes
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| My mind was raped as an embryo, walkin through hell
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| But now I feel twice as stable bout my livin
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| The crew’s multiplyin so to rest with division
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| And yo my vision’s, clearer, I hear sounds of the unheard
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| Word, I seen sights that bring scars to your life
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| Livin days to the curb, readin scriptures never saved me
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| From day to day drama, where’s the path that you paved for me?
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| (I'm still sturgglin) scratchin rhymes on the papers
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| Squeeze the scripto, and lookin for the holy savior
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| Cause my behavior, is that of one, who wants to live trife
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| So God bless your life
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| So God bless our lives
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| It’s hard to comprehend the days back when
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| We was boys with big wills, maturing from mice to men
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| Runnin wild nappy heads with the Pro Keds
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| Playin «Simon says!"and tag, but now that’s dead
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| I grew to be rough, you couldn’t tell me nothin
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| About the world, cause I was always into somethin
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| I think I was the lightest kid out the click
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| Always quick to heat up beef, because I knew my crew would spark it (true)
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| But out of dumb situations lies casualties (true)
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| (The skins got knocked) so here comes responsibility
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| Many of the heads planted seeds for the future to see
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| Let’s try to mold them into shapes that we couldn’t be
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| Friends came and friends went with the wind
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| Some either caught hot steel and others caught the state pen
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| Nothin but mayhem, I say to them
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| We shoulda tried to live right, so God bless our lives
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| So God bless our lives
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| I’m steady dwellin over spilled milk
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| I’m never on the straight and narrow cause the roads I walk they tilt
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| Many choices and voices posesses me
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| Listen see, evil got my mind locked in custody
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| Pressed by temptation, aiyyo I’m facin
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| Life as a loner in a world with different races
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| My case is you’re pure as a young’un
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| And nowadays they got me living life out a dungeon
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| I wonder, and contimplating mishaps daily
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| While keeping my bizz seperated from the shady
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| (There's nothin but untruths) I prove this fact to be fiction
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| But still I’m fishin, for realism in the diction
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| While I’m rhymin, some of my peoples are out campin
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| Lampin on skid row, or South of the Hamptons
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| Doin bids, know that they Manson
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| I think I dance a jig when my nigs blow the gig
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| So God bless the dead and my peopls in the Ville
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| Yo word to my man, baby gotta keep it real
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| Aiyyo, word to God you gotta keep it real
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| Word to God baby gotta keep it real
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| So God bless our lives
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| Word up yeah, the Ill Biskits
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| We out, peace |