| Homicide
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| Victimize
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| Sensationalize
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| 'Til it’s done
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| No more significant battles won
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| Another innocent child is gone
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| Gone, gone, gone
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| Gone, gone, gone
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| Never much of a dreamer
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| Had premonitions reminiscent about the old days
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| Now they gone from the demolitions
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| Different visions of my former self
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| Now the nigga visit, every so often he comes out
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| Then he’s getting messy, shit is wicked
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| All the day ones near me I like familiar faces
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| From a place where they take your shoes and steal your laces
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| Real evasive but most of all I feel amazing
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| I’m fucking ten bad hoes of all Brazilian races, ooh
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| I know myself far too well
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| Before you get to heaven, gotta fall through hell
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| Still amending my lifestyle, but laws do fail
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| The beat is coming from the same guy that brought you braille
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| Cuz I was blind as a bat but now I’m finding the facts
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| Take me back to good times, I’m a-windin' it back
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| But dawg I’m hoping that tomorrow won’t be this hard
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| May those demons from the past never leave you scarred
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| My God
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| No more significant battles won
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| Another innocent child is gone
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| Gone, gone, gone
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| Gone, gone, gone
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| No more significant battles won
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| Another innocent child is gone
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| Gone, gone, gone
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| Gone, gone, gone |