| Simply reality of life, now death to the motherfucker that causes strife
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| R.I.P. |
| Uncle Roy God bless your wife
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| R.I.P. |
| Uncle Mark God bless your wife
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| I guess we can’t call em in this life of the strife
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| Now my pops was there when Uncle Roy got buried
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| So my pops was there when Sheila got married
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| Represent for his brother AKA best friend
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| I was there for myself and Big Hoss in the pen
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| In this life of sin it takes me gin to get by, no lie
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| I steady blaze and forever stay high
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| Don’t try to understand it, this life you can’t plan it
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| Just don’t take it for granted
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| Life, to live while you live
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| Death, to give what you get
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| Pain, the reality of change
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| I wonder whether, things will ever get better
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| Everday, there’s more pain that comes my way
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| And so I pray, the lord to take me away
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| And if I lay, in the casket 6 feet deep
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| I ask to be at ease and please don’t mourn me
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| I picture life as a dream here today gone tomorrow
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| Love equals hollow, hate equals sorrow
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| Now follow the real as I take you to a field in my mind where I journey
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| Sucker bitches can’t burn me, bring an attorney
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| Cuz since child birth I’ve been raised to do dirt on this earth
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| Yes it hurts
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| To find out that i can’t get away from all the pressures and pain
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| And misfortunes that I’ve gained straight
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| Sometimes a fire grows inside, hatred starts to rise
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| Still i can’t despise all the lies I’ve been told, the secrets they hold
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| The government control, man fuck five-O
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| So I say, keep your faith in the J, Saint Dog and great smokes a pack a day
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| Keep your faith in the J, every day I pray
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| Keep your faith in the J, man pass it this way.
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| Everday, there’s more pain that comes my way
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| And so I pray, the lord to take me away
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| And if I lay, in the casket 6 feet deep
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| I ask to be at ease and please don’t mourn me |