| Blaze the afghan green
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| This black man’s seen through my lazy hindsight
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| Get your mind right, relate to the time’s like
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| So much pressure
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| Young, black, gifted measure for measure
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| Snakes poisoning our nectar, yet you feast from it
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| Drink it down and participate
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| In the evil ways the man want us to authenticate
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| Make a trademark to slave ours
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| You my brother I don’t wanna have to blaze y’all
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| But motherfucker this a war zone
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| And soldiers we emulate
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| Walk a crooked line, I wonder if we’ll ever get it straight
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| So much hate
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| It’s like life it has no value
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| So many gone before they had a chance to figure out who
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| Or what they could’ve been
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| So many peers in my teens were left as nothing but tears
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| Then the mother face the stream and I swear…
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| La la la la la
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| Sometimes I swear I hear them angel’s singing
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| La la la la la
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| It seems it will never change
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| Not a day’s sunny
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| I feel it will forever rain as my brain takes me back to the day when
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| When I first met my nigga Graylin
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| Under the rail in my apartment staircases
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| He had the new Asics
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| Pass the L we started battle rapping
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| Niggas jumped him, he started packing
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| Got shot up when we was 18
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| It’s been three years but sometimes
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| And I know it sounds kinda weird
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| I swear I hear his voice in the air
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| Beautiful like angel’s singing
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| I know he’s still here
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| And I swear…
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| Niggas obsessed with death
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| Grand Theft Auto infatuations
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| When I reflect it seems I’ve been to more funerals than graduations
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| And birthday party’s and weddings
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| So upsetting these life lessons
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| Niggas keep forgetting that death
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| It’s just a blessing in disguise
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| So I, keep that beef alive when people die in vain
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| I try to explain to myself that the world we living is Hell
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| No Heaven above would happen to love
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| What happened to us
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| Before we know we’ll be nothing but dust
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| It’s hardest to reach through
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| I try to speak to my people
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| They think they Al Pacino and Nino, this ain’t Casino
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| You are not Robert Deniro
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| What is it about a man of evil makes you call him a hero?
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| Zero tolerance, my man O had a scholarship to play football
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| But a week before he took off, his soul was shook off
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| When them shots took off
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| Wrong place, wrong time, now we in that long line
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| I wonder if his spirit’s resting
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| So many questions, no answer
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| Why does there have to be so
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| Many people losing they life every time the breeze blow?
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| Mothers killing they daughters
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| Husbands killing their wives
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| Frozen spirits turning to clouds help to fill in the skies
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| For every life in the making there’s one in the taking
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| Murdering the population
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| Perfect balanced equation
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| Life or death you choose your fate
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| Karma exists, remember this in every move you make
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| The streets will take you under quicker than a current
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| The rose that grew from concrete, need light to flourish
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| Or we’ll wither away
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| To my niggas who are no longer with us today
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| I’m okay, I’m still here believing in hope
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| I hope you’re resting even though I know I’m still seeing your ghost |