| Listen I ain’t dissing religion but my look at my position with these kids at
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| Clinton pistol whipping on top of that my father never visits
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| I lost my patience at graduation you spent years telling me I wouldn’t make it
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| Got the diploma and you ain’t come see me take it
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| But I don’t wanna fight
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| I just want be that son maybe you would like
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| Took the train home like nigga fuck my life
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| Watched a movie with a friend I got high that night
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| Waking up everyday like it’s my last day
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| Your death was so fast pace
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| I was your friend I was your classmate now I just keep replaying your last days
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| Wishing I had a last say
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| Picking up that knife
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| Tearing ya wrist till you cease the light
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| This world ain’t so bright
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| When you killed yourself I feel like you killed us both
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| I don’t know how to fucking cope so I just fucking smoke till I pass out or I’m
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| bout to choke
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| Hoping I get high enough just to reach you
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| Truth be told I fucking need you
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| Yeah I fucking need you
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| I ain’t blaming you
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| I ain’t shaming you
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| I should’ve been a better friend |
| Should’ve notice the change in you
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| I know what it’s like to stay up all night
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| And think bad things about your life
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| You wish was gone
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| But homie that only pass the problem on
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| Don’t lecture me
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| This rap shit more than check for me
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| They call me Best friend but they never check for me
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| I’m friends with the carjackers and the card clappers
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| Police with the tasers wanna zap us
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| Rivals attack us
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| May the lord strap us
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| I don’t know where I’ma end up after
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| Keep your heart hidden and ya middle finger raised
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| And if you made to the morning it’s a new day
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| And If you made it to the morning it’s a new day… |