| Hook
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| Tell me why, Somethings make it hard to smile
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| Momma tell me can you love a child
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| I got the eyes of a killer (x2)
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| So what you mean when you 14 and your life is a bitch
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| That’ll only fuck the rich, what, poor folks die holding they dicks?
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| Never to achieve, only to grieve, so why we cry when they leave?
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| Is it happiness like we were taught to believe?
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| Is it hell for us, something like eternal jail for us?
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| I feel for us, cause my niggas 'll kill for us
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| Do God love killers, Do God love thieves?
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| Would God forgive a man who murder to feed his seed?
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| If I’m a rebel tell the ghetto my story, the whole truth
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| The revelation we can never avoid it like a toll booth
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| And I will never turn my back on the struggle, I’m still a soldier
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| But it’s only right, I’ll put up my fight and when it’s over say…
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| Hook (x2)
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| Look in my eyes and tell me if you see a bright future
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| Or just the anger of a stranger that might shoot you
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| In so many words, I wish that I could change the way we was raised
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| We portray slaves, but got enough nerve to hate the gays |
| Maybe I never understood life for what it’s worth
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| I never liked church, but I hate the streets and doing my dirt
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| But I’m not no hethen, cause I know without believing
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| Will I fall short your glory for some fucked up reason?
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| And they told me not to question you, where those your words?
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| Or was that something man made up, to calm my nerves?
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| What if I didn’t want forever, tell me where will I go?
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| I’m not that killer I just wanted to know
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| You feeling me?
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| Hook (x2)
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| These are the words of my niggas who came round to save they life
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| For going through this shit that I speak every day and night
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| My auntie told me I had eyes of a killer
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| And everytime I take a look in my mirror
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| Her observation I see clearer
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| I can remember, it was back in December of 88'
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| I was coming home from school late, So I took a walk through the park
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| Right before it got dark
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| And I was trying to make it home before the dark start
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| But you won’t believe what I seen
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| I seen some niggas, and they lady teasing
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| I saw blood, and I seen the weapon |
| And I was hearing the scream
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| When them niggas noticed me
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| I broke cause I’d just witnessed a killing
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| And from that day on my mind has been gone look, you feeling me?
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| Baby, momma loves you |