| Left the city, my momma she said don’t come back home
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| These kids round' killin each other, they lost they minds, they gone
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| They quittin' school, making babies and can barely read
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| Some gone off to their fall, lord have mercy on them
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| One, two, three, four, your cousins is round' here sellin' dope
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| While they’re daddies, your uncle is walking round' strung out
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| Babies with babies, and their tears keep burning, while their dreams go down
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| the drain now
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| Are we really living or just walking dead now?
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| Or dreaming of a hope riding the wings of angels
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| The way we live
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| The way we die
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| What a tragedy, I’m so terrified
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| Day dreamers please wake up, we can’t sleep no more
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| Love don’t make no sense, ask your neighbor
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| The winds have changed; |
| it seems they have abandoned us
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| The truth hurts, and so does yesterday
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| What good is love if it burns bright, and explodes in flames
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| (I thought every little thing had love but uhh)
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| Are we really living or just walking dead now?
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| Or dreaming of a hope riding the wings of angels
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| The way we live
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| The way we die
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| What a tragedy, I’m so terrified
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| Day dreamers please wake up, we can’t sleep no more
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| I’ve seen them shootin' up funerals in they Sunday clothes
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| Spending money on spinners but won’t pay college loans
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| And all you gangers and bangers rollin' dice and taking lives, in a smokey dark
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| Lord have mercy on you
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| Teacher, teacher please reach those girls in them videos
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| The little girls just broken Queen, confusing bling for soul
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| Danger, there’s danger when you take off your clothes, all your dreams go down
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| the drain girl
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| Are we really living or just walking dead now?
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| Or dreaming of a hope riding the wings of angels
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| The way we live
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| The way we die
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| What a tragedy, I’m so terrified
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| Day dreamers please wake up, we can’t sleep no more
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| We live and then we die, and we never know the right
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| So now, now were gone now, on your mark
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| We live and then we die, and we never touch the sky
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| So now, now were gone now, on your mark
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| Five, seven, eight, two, one
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| It is now time, for you to come home my dear
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| You’ve been gone long enough
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| You must come, you must go |