| Yeah, sitting in the staircase, holding back tears
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| Looking over mad years worth of photographs
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| Pictures of some places I ain’t never going back
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| Some people I used to love, why I ain’t show them that?
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| The skies was overcast, when I was sober last
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| My head is spinning, couldn’t tell you if it’s slow or fast
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| It’s starting to get too clear, I got to go and grass
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| To y’all it’s a shame but life is what we know it as
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| Waiting, navigating the plot, without plans
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| In the car, it’s hard to read as a clock with no hands
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| How your man’s goin' get up and stop with no yams
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| All it take is one break, it could pop the program
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| Whether sinning or not, my back bending like I’m sentenced a lot
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| I feel some brothers is beginning to plot
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| It might have been a close friend I forgot
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| Who started up and ain’t remember to stop
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| I bet these niggaz going remember the shop
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| People think that I’m crazy, just cause I wanna be alone
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| You can’t depend on friends to help you in a squeeze
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| We all deal with shit on our own
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| And sometimes the beef can grow, get out of hand
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| Yeah, you know it gets full blown
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| I never said that you mean the world to me
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| Maybe it’s best that you never know
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| Yo, I’m like Malcom out the window with the weapon out
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| Searching for somehow to find a minute or the second now
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| Precious time is money that I ain’t got to mess about
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| Need it from the horse’s mouth or from my eye with less account
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| Lessons with my back to the wall, scoping my session out
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| Stay a little edgy at times when I ain’t stressing bout
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| Haters don’t know shit about me, they the ones that talk shit
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| Those that love me send it out, so I ain’t got to force quit
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| Cause I’m doing better now, don’t mean I never lost shit
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| I was married to a state of mind and I divorced it, man
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| I’m from where brothers moving product from the porches
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| People locking their doors, clutching to their crosses
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| The block hot by the law, there ain’t too many choices
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| So what I do is for y’all, there ain’t too many voices left
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| I watch my back, and watch my step
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| And I might forgive, but I will not forget come on
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| Yo, living in turbulent times
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| The blind leading the blind
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| Some call it evolution, some say intelligent design
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| You say you want a revolution, you out of your mizind
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| Your sons' destitute, and their pops all in the prison
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| My man’s back in the jam, he like the back of my hand
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| He just attracted to scam, he right back in the can
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| I never sleepwalking, you dig
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| You get your shuteye
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| I’m on the first thing in, I’m leaving on the red-eye
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| My brother back in rehab, just had another relapse
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| But fin himself, it’s been like he’s been fighting an energy
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| Half telling me nobody true when they pretend to be that
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| So closer than friends, that’s where I keep my enemy at
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| To many parties concerned, it’s time to live it and learn
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| Until we’re able to grow, forever bridges we burn
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| My thoughts free as a bird, that’s just about to emerge
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| And every action is heard, it speaks louder than words, yo |