| Sometimes because of jealousy and the intent to demise
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| Certain factions have to be forbidden or destroyed
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| Fire has to be sent to the poisoned forest
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| With the root of fresh trees planted elsewhere
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| Only then will you obtain a wilderness
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| That cannot be penetrated, petrified — family tree
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| See what started as a family forest got cut
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| To a family tree with the limbs and the leaves
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| Looking' at the world for answers; |
| the world points to the sun
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| And the sun says the answers in me
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| So I search through the darkness, can’t find the key
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| So we locked in the land of the lost; |
| Lord, please
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| Tomorrow ain’t promised to you nor me
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| So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees
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| Many minds always meet with pens and sheets
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| Close my eyes, think what next on my rhymes, see this face in ink
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| I’m havin' visions of wisdom, dreamin' 'bout my own ending
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| Am I seein' death as freedom and livin' as prison
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| My son didn’t have a daddy to shape him
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| So God bless him with a daddy to save him, Yeah, I raise him
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| And pay some attention, he talked and he listened
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| To reach him and teach him fefore I’m gone from existence
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| Teach him 'bout the foes, the ho’s and all opponents
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| Those that always talk 'bout love but never showed it
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| Those who had the chances to stand and always blowed it
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| Those that set you up by the hour to steal your moment
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| Pac the word is you ain’t there so fuck the rumor
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| I’ll get a pound of that shit from Bermuda and meet you in Cuba
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| Fucked up on Larusa no doubt, I know the locale
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| If they gotta born you, I’m gonna mourn you 'til I join you
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| Uhh, and now I know I got some family
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| Who missed me from the heart, forever we’re apart
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| Just because I’m nothin' and you abuse me and use me
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| Now you wanna try to go bruise me
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| And even though maybe we’ll end up farther than it once was
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| I know family don’t always mean that they blood, cause
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| Some people just don’t give a nigga what
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| Some people tried to use my name so all the fat we had to cut
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| And I’m still walking with my six amp strut
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| Urban eyes see through camouflage and now I know who’s butt
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| So when I sent you tried to play me, all of a sudden now I’m shady
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| Maybe deep down in my heart, never trust you from the start
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| Never hoped you’d be my homie, don’t come 'round my way
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| And if we never speak again, it’s got to be that way
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| This millennium, we’ll be spankin' your heiny
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| Remind thee Naughty invented family of the 90's
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| Life doesn’t end when the sweat dries
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| A time when a nickle cost a dollar, when you rise, your chest dies
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| My dynasty many fear it 'cos I’m near it
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| Ancient Egyptian scriptures fitted in through hyroglyphics
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| Motherfuckers try to touch my mental state
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| Niggas smile up in your face and then they infiltrate
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| So it seems nowadays that the only plan
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| To get my people help my people get a load of land
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| And I’ma see it if I have to kill some shit
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| To make my family tree a motherfucking wilderness
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| See a black man standin' on the promised land
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| Since they broke every promise, I devised a plan
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| This black this and black that crap is gettin' touchy
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| Any black hat that cross my path, I call him lucky
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| Those who turn they back with they fears and try to D us
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| Before they can see us they gonna need a sweet Jesus |