| I grew up in the same places,
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| got shot in the face,
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| I saw Abrahams brain split on the pave,
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| He jumped off the block, right where the kids play,
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| We used to sit everyday,
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| Chattin’sh*t, We all strayed,
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| I guess its deep-seeded urban decay,
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| From my angle I can see the ghetto burning away,
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| I wanna cry, I find myself turning away,
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| This kid 16, Burning the yay,
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| Mislearning the game,
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| I send a prayer for the pain
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| As I stand here,
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| Oooooo,
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| Watching the world go round,
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| How it always gets me down,
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| Is it supposed to be like this?
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| Like this?
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| As we ride, (As we ride)
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| Oooooo,
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| To gain an edge in life,
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| Someone always seems to try,
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| To come in the way, Is it supposed to be like this?
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| I come from a place where,
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| U can’t tell what’s round the corner,
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| Going to jail, Or fail,
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| Getting f**ked up,
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| Like them little black kids from Bronxtale,
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| Well, As long as we’re living in hell,
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| In the streets violence will always swell,
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| I can tell u a thourand tales,
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| Documented and detailed,
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| And most n*ggas can relate around the world,
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| My nigga? |
| found,
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| With bullet rounds in his chest,
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| Up in the ATL,
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| And the papers hate me well,
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| I’m trying to revoke the violence,
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| Not promote the violence,
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| This is my broken silence,
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| And u can hear my screams louder than police sirens,
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| I’m tynna fight back,
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| Like my n*gga little Byron,
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| Just as long as I love and stay vibrant,
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| I shall provail,
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| And I shall not betrayal,
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| I shall put my hands up at the end and say I done wrong,
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| Only time I tell, fo’real
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| I guess we need more stability,
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| It’s like we’re imprisoned in the ghetto and it’s getting to me,
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| To the point where I’m feeling institutionalised,
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| Look in my eyes,
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| U’ll see pain in it,
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| But who can decide?
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| Whether I stay entrapped in,
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| Packed in,
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| Or fly from the restraining of thoughts packed in,
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| Inside my brain but,
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| I proclaim that I will withstand the rain in,
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| In order to get out this game, plus,
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| The media, Government,
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| Tried to blow us,
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| But they can’t doust the flame,
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| Or doubt the name,
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| Sh*t and ur evolution’s about to change,
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| Trust me,
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| Sitting round tables with the ties and shirts,
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| With the lust to discuss me,
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| You disgust me,
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| So I must be,
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| As level headed as I can,
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| To neva back pedal on the plan,
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| So we can all hold hands together,
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| Unite so we can live as one |