| For my people in ghettos
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| The dust don’t settle
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| For my peeps in the streets, the beef don’t cease
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| For my friends in the pen, your life don’t end
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| Cause the beast inside ain’t ready to die
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| Doing dirt in the grinds now
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| I’m working for mine
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| Certain to shine, the streets had a perfect desire
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| And I believe it’s what it made me to be
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| Revolutionary slave to my hated beliefs
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| I was raised in the street, got hate for police
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| Born in the ghetto, crack stay peddled on concrete
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| Where the bullshit’s abbreviated, move and you lose
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| And your crew gets eliminated, it’s complicated
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| To the death and
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| Keep your eyes open for the devils and demons
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| when I speak, bringing Heaven through your speakers
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| Travel through your tweeters to the ghetto I might teach you
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| Credible believer until it’s settled I might see you
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| Better make em flee ah, better make em bleed what
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| Begging for a piece of pie in the grind
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| I keep factory line
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| This is for my people living in hard times
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| Street dreams, in
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| The slum where the beast feeds
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| Where the struggle resides where hustlers and fiends meet
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| Just trying to get by, burning on green leafs
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| I gotta get mine, no one else gonna feed me
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| Survival etched in the genes of my species
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| Stand on my own two, no one said it’d be easy
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| Just keep it moving, feet where the streets be
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| Better be easy, put your teeth to the streets, b
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| Cannibal tooth die for the loot
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| Wild animal escaped from the zoo
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| They call me elephant boots out on the loose
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| No surrender or truce
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| Torture what the New World Order lies in the news
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| Propaganda catching minds in a snooze
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| Take a walk in my shoes, it’s hard to dudes
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| Too many sips of the brew, sick spit off the booze
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| So hold up man, watch how you move
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| I done see it all, a
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| Legend in my own right
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| You fight for the right of respect when you step in my light
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| Always stay ducking the devils to the death to the birth
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| We destined to burst from underground soul in the dirt
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| Straight to the top we headed leaving devils beheaded
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| On the world that’s filled with controversy, thoughts are embedded
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| Of violent action, racism, you see it on the news
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| And listen brainwashing the masses through subliminal television
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| It’s sick, that’s why I say the government can eat a dick
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| They don’t help me the slightest bit when I need it
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| So fuck em, I live my own life, I blaze my own trail
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| Do a little dirt, get locked up, I pay my own bail
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| Circle of trust, knowledge born crime and lust
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| Survivals of the struggle, march through Hell puffing blunts
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| Dodging pitchforks, at war on the darkest levels
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| Cause me and my family here, we’ve been fighting devils |