| Ride to it, ride to it Cause you never know
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| When a bullet might hit
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| Then you die to it, die to it Die to it, die to it Live your life, live it right
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| Be different, do different things
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| Don’t do it like he did
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| Cause he ain’t what you is But we can win, wait, let’s be straight to the point
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| To the meaning of life
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| What’s my purpose? |
| Maybe this Earth is ain’t a good place to be How far is heaven? |
| Let’s see
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| Is it in the clouds like they said it would be?
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| I wonder when I die
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| Will it give me receipts?
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| I wonder will the eyes of the lord look at me?
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| Look at me, look at me, I’m a loser, I’m a winner
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| I’m good, I’m bad, I’m a Christian, I’m a sinner
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| I’m humble, I’m loud, I’m righteous, I’m a killer
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| What I' m doing, I' m saying that I’m human
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| Now people just:
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| It go 1, 2, 3, two
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| In the front, one in the back seat
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| Seat, seat, seat
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| Looking for a victim of an AK-47
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| 100 round each, each, each
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| Why must we retaliate?
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| Is it human nature? |
| I don’t know
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| I look for the answers later
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| Make a right, there they go!
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| Sometimes gotta:
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| As I open this book and then burn up some of this reefer
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| My plan is to figure out the world and escape all my demons
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| I’m dying inside, I wonder if Zion inside the heavens
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| A condom, a rollie, pain, a fat blunt and a mack 11
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| That’s all I see in my life and they tell me to make it right
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| But I' m right on the edge of Everest and I might jump tonight
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| Have you ever had known a saint that was taking sinner’s advice?
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| Well it’s probably you, am I right? |
| If I’m wrong, you a fucking lie
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| When I lie on back and look at the ceiling, it’s so appealing to pray
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| I wonder if I’m just a villan, dealing my morals away
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| Some people look at my face then tell me don’t worry about it I give em back they deposit, no money, just total silence
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| I’m running, they say I’m wylin' a youngun with lack of guidance
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| That’s hundreds of us with problems: more money, more drugs and violence
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| Look at the soul of an out-of-control artist
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| That’s dealing with life the hardest. |
| That’s on my life, but regardless
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| I’ma: |