| Right for a right, wrong for a wrong
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| This is clearly not life’s design
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| Figure out quickly that nothing gets answered
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| When you ask the universe why
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| Life is a journey, to live is to worry
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| To love is to lose your damn mind
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| But living’s a blessing so I am not stressing
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| 'Cause some of my friends ain’t survived
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| That’s the release, but in much bigger pieces, I’m living on limited time
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| Like how do you look in the eyes of a friend and not cry when you know that
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| they’re dying?
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| How do you feel 'bout yourself when you know that sometimes you had wished they
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| were gone?
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| Not because you didn’t love 'em but just because you felt too weak to be strong
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| You couldn’t bear to see someone who prided themselves on the strength to feel
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| weak
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| You prove to your randomness, hold it for ransom, that life will not fade in
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| your dreams
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| You see that they’re fighting and know that they’re losing but still you make
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| jokes and you laugh
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| 'Cause you know despite all the sadness that you better get the good times
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| while they last
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| Now every new word that they speak you are already feeling like it’s in the past
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| And when they all gone you just try to move on 'cause the memory’s hurting too
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| bad
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| Grown up so much and I wonder who you’d’ve become if you stuck for a while
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| Just know that I love you, good friend, ain’t forget you, and when I remember I
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| smile
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| And I guess I’d say I’ll see you soon
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| But the truth is that I see you now
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| Still talk to you like you’re around
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| And I guess I say you left too soon
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| But the truth is that you never left
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| 'Cause I never let myself forget
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| An eye for an eye, and a tooth for the tooth
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| Will leave us all mumbling and blind
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| So we stumble blind through depths of the dark
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| Looking for something divine
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| Life is a journey, to live is to suffer
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| And I have been suffering through mine
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| But living’s a blessing so I ain’t no stressing
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| 'Cause some of my niggas ain’t 'round
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| He got no drama but his baby mama is still on my line and she cryin'
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| I searched for the words to give her some comfort for her soul and spirit and
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| mind
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| I tell her that it’ll be fine
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| But deep down I know that I’m lying
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| The family came took rings and his chains
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| The bank took the house and the rights
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| The only thing left was his child, and she had a smile in his eyes
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| So much to the soul, when the grandmama kept her, she’d look at her sometime
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| and cry
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| The very next day she cried
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| And day after day she cried
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| Then called baby mama and told her «I'm sorry, can’t keep her no more,
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| I have tried»
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| No killer was captured, but I know he listening
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| So I’d like to tell you in song
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| The streets was a jungle, I pray that you made it, I hope that you righted your
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| wrongs
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| I hope that you learn, I hope that you changed so your mama won’t know this pain
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| So my homie’s name will mean something more than a nigga got killed for a chain
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| And I guess I’d say I’ll see you soon
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| But the truth is that I see you now
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| Still talk to you like you’re around
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| And I guess I say you left too soon
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| But the truth is that you never left
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| 'Cause I never let myself forget |