| Birth
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| The starting of a nigga’s place
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| Brought up in a land
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| Where ain’t no motherfucking rules
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| And niggas always dying from nothing
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| So sometimes in this society you gotta do fucked up shit
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| In order to be in a groove, serving
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| You know what I’m saying
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| But something in the back of my mind is like
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| Is like keep telling me
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| You know you gonna pay, Kokane
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| For the bad shit and evil shit you did to people
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| Maybe it might be a year from now
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| Maybe two years
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| But whenever it is
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| I gotta pay for that type of shit
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| You know what I’m saying
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| Cause
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| Some day I feel like my day is coming
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| Won’t you free my mind
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| Free my mind
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| Free my mind
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| Some day I feel like my day is coming
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| Please free my mind
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| Free my mind
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| Free my mind
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| Yeah, the setting
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| Just a beat with a bump
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| Say let me call on me back to the year '71
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| My momma’s in the delivery room
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| Waiting to push a motherfucking menace out her womb
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| Now, I didn’t know what poverty was
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| I was a decent little kid
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| At 12 I got my first buzz
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| I’m criminal free and un-wicked
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| But I can kick it
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| Even though I didn’t stick it, wait
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| Cause when you supressed ya start to think
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| And like all black folks we always end up hatin'
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| Now I’m waitin' for a section 8, the section ain’t
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| For there’s never too soon and it’s always to late
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| Now I’m beat breaking
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| I call it pop locking but the shit is playing up
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| So I start to ruck it
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| That great love flow through ya mind
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| Money keeps flowing
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| Flowing all the time
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| Yeah I’m a big talking shit for an adolecence
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| Slayers go floss a game and I didn’t have no shame
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| Looking back on my life I give myself sum dap
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| Cause I kill more niggas than a concentration camp
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| And fuck more bitches than new kids on the block
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| But something in the back of my mind is like
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| Stop
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| Release the tension
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| Now release the pain
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| Cause my surgeon general told me to wear my cap in the rain
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| Now everybody wants to be known
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| But they don’t know where the future came from
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| Yeah
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| Cause everyone I envy all of a sudden pick up a fever
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| And they shooting down people like a hunter in duck season
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| But I don’t dwell on it
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| And if I had to play it like poker I wouldn’t fold on it
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| Panties on my pager, panties won’t quit
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| Some show me love
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| But some be on a mission
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| Out to give me some I can’t get rid of, bitch
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| Maybe I’m the flavor of the month you adore
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| Or maybe my royalty checks are bigger than the year before
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| Now it’s Kokane this and Kokane that
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| Bitches all in my mix cause a nigga
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| Got my mega phone sack
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| Chronic sack
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| Give a bitch a hit
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| Cause motherfucking Kokane makes the fly shit
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| Now Lynn wants to know I got paid
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| But I overheard that she goes both ways
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| Or should I say A 'fuck it' or B 'don't wear a jimmy'
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| Playing craps on my life
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| I might have something in me
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| But the JD’s control my inner thinking
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| No but I can still catch the fever
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| If the pussy ain’t stinking
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| Some day I feel like my day is coming
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| Won’t you free my mind
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| Free my mind
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| Free my mind |