| It was a cold morning, gloomy, sun barely shining
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| Figured it was gon rain today, so i’m in Sit around the house until the thunder storms slacks off
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| Look at my nightstand, and pick the paper back up Nostradamus, I’m readin chapter, after chapter
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| Predictions of the end of world, and after
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| Life, wit no beginning, as the world stops spinning
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| ???as a journey that’s never ending
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| I glance at my baby boy, I can see this in his eyes
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| The little nigga glad to be alive
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| And as the days go by, I thank god for watchin mines
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| Prayin that I remained in fire
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| The same man that I was, which starts from the other mind phrase
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| Was it the cash I think my time came
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| For me to venture off into different demensions
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| The beginning, the endind, of my time
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| What we fail to realize
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| Is that we runnin outta time
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| Do we ever be born again
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| In my time of dying
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| It’s like i’m runnin outta time
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| Will I ever be born again
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| In my time, I try to stay true steps on the game
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| And if you nigga’s thinkin like me, do the same
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| Which is one minute ya smilin, the next ya start cryin
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| Cause we can’t accept we born to die
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| And I, ease my edge, and be a nigga to the end
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| But it’s more to life then me and my benz
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| When my mama told to speak to my friends
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| I kinda took that shit to heart
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| So don’t fuck up your life, 'fore it starts
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| Some nigga’s wanna be like Mike
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| I’d rather be like Christ (like christ)
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| So at the end, i’ll see bright lights (bright lights)
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| I save a prayer for the fallen soldier’s
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| Too many nigga’s died young, for tryna to hang
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| On the slaim’s of our slums
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| And outcome, as mommy neals, sittin on the front row
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| Hopin god will accept your soul
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| The new millienium, and as I sit watch the distance
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| Ships walk the horizon, I’ll stare into space while i’m drivin
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| And pray for me, all the ends of my sins
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| The beginning, the end, of my time, till i’m born again
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| In my time, I’ve seen life born, and I been blessed
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| Enough to see life lossed, it’s just the price life cost
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| And shortly, explain my born, I know i’m born to do it wrong
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| So when i’m gone, life goes on Tell my mother, when she on the front row, hold her head up Shed no tears, and dred those years
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| Smile, and even though my whole life’s been a po’ball
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| You did your’s, and it’s not your fault
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| Tell my grandmother those words too
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| She knows i’m headed to a better place
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| That’ll put a smile on my wife’s face
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| God’s graced the evil spirit that surronded me And pass me, and anytime it could’a had me But when it all went wrong, sung the same ol’song
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| Now it’s peace after the storm blew on And???, it’s the better life, security for your’s and mines
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| What the evil lies, and not so guide
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| In my time, it’s been times, I would’ve stopped and called the quits
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| But I might as well sit until it’s over wit
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| Eath to earth, and ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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| It’s the lord I trust
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| The territory where I come from, so I guess it’ll be when I return
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| No sorrow, it was just my turn
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| And in those, last trumphet sounds, put me down in the ground
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| But i’ll proably be at home by now
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| And it’s help will change (these helps will be changed)
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| Blinking of a eye, but I don’t think I’ll get to see that
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| In my time, till i’m born again
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| (Scarface talking)
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| It’s changed, when we born
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| And how we born from woman
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| We born, from the spirit, of life
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| And all our flesh remains
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| And not, by the flesh of man
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| And not by the flesh of man
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| Do not believe that
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| (Chorus until fade) |