| Dear Lord
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| As we down here, struggle for as long as we know
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| In search of a paradise to touch (my nigga Johnny J)
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| Dreams are dreams, and reality seems to be the only place to go The only place for us I know, try to make the best of bad situations
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| Seems to be my life’s story
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| Ain’t no glory in pain, a soldier’s story in vain
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| And can’t nobody live this life for me It’s a ride y’all, a long hard ride
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| Somebody wake me I’m dreamin, I started as a seed the semen
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| Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin
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| on the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop
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| From a single drop, this is what they got
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| Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser
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| Only plan he had for momma was to fuck her and abuse her
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| Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me Stranded on welfare, another broken family
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| Now what was I to be, a product of this heated passion
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| Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of ass
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| Look how it began, nobody gave a fuck about me Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me How can I survive? |
| Got me askin white Jesus
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| will a nigga live or die, cause the Lord can’t see us in the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain’t no sunshine
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| No sunny days and we only play sometimes
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| When everybody’s sleepin
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| I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin
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| I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I’m gone
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| I’m only 19, I’m tryin to hustle on my own
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| on the spot where everybody and they pops tryin to slang rocks
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| I’d rather go to college, but this is where the game stops
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| Don’t get it wrong cause it’s always on, from dusk to dawn
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| You can buy rocks glocks or a herringbone
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| You can ask my man he’s a mind reader, keep my nine heater
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| All the time this is how we grind
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| Meet up at the cemetary then get smoked out, pass the weed nigga
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| That Hennessey’ll keep me keyed nigga
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| Everywhere I go niggaz holla at me, Keep it real G And my reply til they kill me Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did
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| The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise
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| Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)
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| Please give me to the sky (the sky)
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| And if (and if) I die (I die)
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| I don’t want you to cry
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| I stay sharp as always
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| Runnin ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallways
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| Dumpin crews like two’s, nigga all day
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| Secrets of war prepare me for the worst
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| A life that’s lavish full of cabbage or a life that’s in a hearse
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| But now my dreams it seeems though, be placin triple beams and things bro
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| Diamond pinkie ring got the loot poppin out my jeans
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| Now I plan to keep my glock cocked
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| If trouble was searchin for me then why not?
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| Show em what I’m made of plus raised on, on my block
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| Chancellor Ave, where many turn to the street, thugs snatchin bags
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| We out for power, makin cash it wasn’t fast it’ll make me mad
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| I’m just like, pimpin
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| My homey on the corner with his gat tucked, in Youngest they buckin somethin the life he leads
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| the life he don’t need, don’t we all know
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| He tryin to rise up and we just go doe, still he rise
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| Dreams of lost hope
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| I hit the strip broke where the fiends get coke
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| and still I rise now I float cowards ghost
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| Whenever we come around, I’m runnin down
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| clutchin a pound, live as sirens, duckin the sound
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| I used to hustle with my moms til the sun came
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| My homey Harm doin time from this drug game
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| Stolen cars, war scars, born a Outlaw
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| Behind bars, go to sleep just to see the stars
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| Freedom is ours, though we trapped on a firm block
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| Crackheads only ten learn to duck cops
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| In ninety-six my glock’s my plastic, passion for blastin bastards
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| No faces for open caskets, peelin ya cap backwards
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| Ya cowards ain’t prepared for pistol practice
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| I send my missiles through your mattress
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| Leavin holes in your body like a cactus
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| While me and my crew be boppin more greens than topic
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| and loot to keep the seams in my motherfuckin jeans poppin
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| Leavin ya spleen to pick up Half of you niggaz is softer than a Snicker
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| Let’s go to war and see who draw quicker
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| and still I rise, and still I rise…
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| Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)
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| Please give me to the sky (the sky)
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| And if (and if) I die (I die)
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| I don’t want you to cry
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| Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)
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| Please give me to the sky (the sky)
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| And if (and if) I die (I die)
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| I don’t want you to cry
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| Y’all niggaz fake
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| All day everyday
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| So now I got roller blades, bitch
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| Thought you knew
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| Your mouth is rich
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| C’mon pops, let’s go. |
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