| Ghetto Heaven
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| The world is a ghetto
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| Freedom, oh yeah
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| Feel your sorrow
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| 5:35 and I’m living senseless
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| Just another homie picking on the defenseless
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| Don’t request yet, nothing really to mention
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| Looking through the mirror and I’m making a censure
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| Whoa, black people in the mall grease
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| Came around the corner and she caused me to freeze up
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| Ease up, watch how the world could tease us, ease us
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| But only G.O.D can please us
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| Hey, got my ride and my Momma’s too
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| Show me how to roll without breaking the rules
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| Paying my dues, MC’s dropping out choose
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| Decides to get with lyrical facts, don’t stop
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| Whoa, black people dying to shop
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| Everything is fine when you’re losing your mind
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| I’m like a black alley cat, freestyle battle rap
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| Doesn’t get better than that, is that a gat in the back?
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| And the Valkyrie’s blood runs red through the halls of the dead
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| And the warrior’s blood runs red through the hearts of the dead
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| And the Valkyrie’s blood runs red through the halls of the dead
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| And the life you’re been looking for in the world that you live
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| And the life you’re been looking for in the world that you live
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| In the name, we were all born in the flame
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| Not the same, but under the moon on the desert plane
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| We roam, home, take the? |
| coast ghost?
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| I saw with my naked eye, way to close now
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| I was the son of a man on a mission
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| Who worked with his hands and brought him to foreign lands
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| In the hinter-land, swinging the mic like an axe
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| With a fear in the atmosphere, laying down tracks |