| Walk by her in the path of righteousness
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| I walk higher, toss liars
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| In the pit of hell, caught in the crossfire
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| Caught fire, from the big guns, these is not revolvers
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| Violence only creates confusion, it ain't a problem solver
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| Let's go, my skin is my dress code
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| Just know, I need a personal Jesus
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| I'm in Depeche Mode
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| My best show is when the bullets hit the flesh slow
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| This ain't a movie, dog, you know it when your chest explodes
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| I'd trade my luck to know
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| Why he's caught in the crossfire
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| And I'm here wakin' up
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| To the sun and the sound of birds
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| Society's anxiety
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| Deprived of all that we're blessed with
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| We just can't get enough, no
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| 99 Problems, Sean Michael Carter
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| Can find ayala trying to fix my life like Evelyn Lazana
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| Night marauders, 12 hour cigars like godfathers
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| Starving artist trying to get some cut like the hardest barbers
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| Blunt culture, what I talk is dead coming from vultures
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| I promise I didn't choose to be a martyr, my enemies' focus
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| My heart seems to be the target if you ain't notice
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| These guns are still our youth, its stolen moments
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| I'd trade my luck to know
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| Why he's caught in the crossfire
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| And I'm here wakin' up
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| To the sun and the sound of birds
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| Society's anxiety
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| Deprived of all that we're blessed with
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| We just can't get enough, no |