| We at the point where
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| We gotta start doin' for self
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| No more time to point fingers
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| And place blame
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| Lets Get up
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| We out here trying to dodge prison, In the valley of decision
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| One foot in this dirty world, And the other in religion
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| Relationships are broken, because everybody’s roachin'
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| And most of them are still hangin', Just going through the motions
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| Unity is dying, and money problems persistent
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| Nobody wants to work to get on top they want it instant
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| When we get it, we abuse it Cuz we don’t know how to use it
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| And usually as soon as we do, we foolishly lose it
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| Before others you question, first do a self assessment
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| Because what you hate about them you might be a reflection
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| You wonder why you grievin' And no success you reachin'
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| The way you are is shaped by the company that you keepin'
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| You negative, and sensitive and dwelling on the worst part
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| Every time you don’t win, it’s always someone else fault
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| And when it fall apart and your plan get that hole in it
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| You blame the world instead of acknowledging your role in it
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| Still goin' through so much
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| Every thing’s on us
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| No feelings, no love, no trust
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| Everything’s on us
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| Don’t be gassed by the flashiness of this world it’s all fraud
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| See a humble man rises, the arrogant fall hard
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| Friends will sell you out fast, and they’ve proven it’s true
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| Cuz you ridin' for them that don’t mean they’ll do it for you
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| And to the few that suffer to make sure everyone else straight
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| It’s crazy because my love for them is stronger than they self hate
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| Meanwhile I’m practicing on getting it right
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| I might the worst person that I ever met in my life
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| These con men, they going to have to come again like a re-release
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| I break ties with fake friends like it’s 3 a piece
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| How can I trust that I’ll be good in the long run
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| When everybody at my intervention need they own done
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| I think I need some more time to assess this
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| Waking up from 8 hours of sleep and still restless
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| I’m having a big bash for me and everyone I mess with
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| Got a blank sheet on my desk My guest list
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| Still goin' through so much
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| Every thing’s on us
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| No feelings, no love, no trust
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| Everything’s on us
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| Somebody need to give the judge a jail sentence
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| So He can know how it feels to live in hell with us
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| I know you see us as animals, dumb and lower status
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| But we don’t deserve all that time you throwing at us
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| You got the game so rigged we almost gotta lose
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| Locking us up for selling something that you probably use
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| You want slavery so that’s the solution
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| See it’s still legal if you in jail, that’s in the Constitution
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| They come home to no jobs so they return to you
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| Dolla’s needed, so they get popped for tryin' to earn a few
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| And We don’t take responsibility, We burned em' too
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| Mad at what our children do, when we the ones they learned it through
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| You think you’re ballin' cuz you got a chain and car, You dumb
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| The true baller is the company you bought it from
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| How come we hate each others shine, What’s a matter dude
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| But Once I lose you got that «better, him than me» attitude |