| They say he was a monster from birth, so
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| Fuck it, I’ll just a lean warn-os them hoes
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| I suppose O took on the street life
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| Even though my mother told me I could be otherwise
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| Wasn’t the school type, I was too cool
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| My agenda wasn’t general education, nigga
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| Generalizing Obie’s expectations
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| It was like, a cucoo in twenty-twos
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| Bad news my nigga, pass the brew
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| Cause in a week we be pouring a glass for you
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| So rapidly homies become causualties
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| We was just playing Madden
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| Now a nigga sad for his family, that’s how it happens
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| Dudes get blasted, another casket
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| Another child becomes a fatherless bastard
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| Make a nigga wanna grab this rachet
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| It’s so tragic, and Obie can’t get past it
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| And you wonder why a nigga’ll flash it
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| Just to show these demons that I ain’t having it
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| Put 'em beneath the grass in a flash
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| Homie I’m from the craft
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| And to make it where I’m at, that’s called Soldierism
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| Real niggas notice em, they wanna flow with 'em
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| Wanna do major shows with 'em
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| Get the fuck out the ghetto with 'em
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| Heavy metal, leave a nigga twisted, don’t fret
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| This is the set we live in
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| But I ain’t crying or whining about my environment
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| Even though black folk is dying constant
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| Niggas’ll shoot you unconscious
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| With no conscience, until you lose conscience
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| Conscious, and pompous white folk think I’m just rhyming
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| Just designing lines, just for the sake of shining
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| Like I just speak violent applying to the business I’m in
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| Rewind and find him in a dirty ass hood with no sight of climbing
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| Moving on up was just The Jeffersons
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| Rest of us watching the tube got less then them
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| So why you vexing him? |
| Why you stretching him out?
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| He got the weapon all because his whereabouts
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| Born and raised, mental slaves
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| And I don’t see change before I’m seeing the grave
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| All I see is my homie’s corpse decay
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| Crying at his wake, can’t recognize his face
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| Face it, you not identifying with me
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| My identity distorts ya visibility
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| So you can’t see me, peep what he’s achieving
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| You recieve information from TV
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| I’m in the hood, I live it you read about it
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| Rest in peace Peezy
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| Please believe Obie eyes’ve seen The Wire
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| Prior to what you seeing on the screen
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| I done been in and out of the bing
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| Lost niggas to unfortunate things
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| That’s why, praise the Lord I’m still on the scene
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| Praise the Creator who made human beings
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| Just for creating a nigga like me
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| A nigga that put the umph in G, yeah
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| (Wake up)
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| I try to reach out but you won’t
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| (Wake up)
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| My brothers and sisters, we got to
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| (Wake up)
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| 'Fore you stuck in the system, and then you
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| (Wake up)
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| Reality hits you, before you can
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| (Wake up) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wake Up , by - Obie Trice. Song from the album Second Rounds On Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп