| Watching the world fall apart all around me/
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| Now everyday I wake up thank the Lord that He found me/
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| Now every chance I get man I’m praying for my dawgs/
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| Because they out there on the block playing with them laws/
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| They gave my homie 25 to life life in the pen/
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| He’s 17 years old never coming back again/
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| Now looking through a glass is the only way I see him/
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| I tell him bout the Lord cuz He the only can free him/
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| I see the baby in the crack house/
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| Mommy in the back room/
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| Sister doing drugs everyday in the bathroom/
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| Wonder why they pull me wild n out int he classroom/
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| They don’t know the story and the drama that’s attached to me/
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| I starred in every ghetto story/
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| But who’s daddy he have to ask Maury/
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| But Maury told him daddy never coming back again/
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| Cuz daddy doing life for a crime in the pen/
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| Man we born in the ghetto/
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| we raised in the ghetto/
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| They call us rock stars cuz we wave heavy metal/
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| That bullet hit us hard send us straight to the devil/
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| Here come the paul-bearers grave digger get the shovel/ |
| we looking for that ribbon in the sky/
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| But that’s hard to see when we ain’t even got eyes/
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| Imma live everybody else die/
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| Imma crack a smile everybody else cry/
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| My granny told me never question God, but why so hard living where we live,
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| and being who we are/
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| the system and the laws, man they made for us to fall/
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| But you can help us God, please help us God./
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| So hard to see your world come tumbling down/
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| It’s falling fast and I have no idea how/
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| can anybody hear me/
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| I know, you know, what’s down the road again/
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| there’s hope, I know, show me/
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| I saw a thousand birds fall from the sky/
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| the? |
| sighs say we living in the last times/
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| the clock is ticking harder I can hear it in my mind/
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| We got floods in Brazil, floods in America/
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| Floods all around the world they even hit Australia/
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| Countries getting bombed, raided, war is ahead of us/
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| Earthquakes shake the ground, Lord what you telling us/
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| So many people gathered in the streets/
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| Uproars break out in the middle east/
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| Got me on my knees praying to the Lord for peace/ |
| Bloody bodies being found dead in the streets/
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| We see a baby crying looking for its mom/
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| Searching through the rubble of a suicide bomb/
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| A lady crying holding onto a bloody arm/
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| The country getting torn apart by a civil war/
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| Lord they looking for that ribbon in the sky/
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| But it’s hard to see when they aint even got eyes/
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| Imma live everybody else die/
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| Imma crack a smile everybody else cry/
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| My granny told me never question God, but why so hard living where we live,
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| and being who we are/
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| the system and the laws, man they made for us to fall/
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| But you can help us God, please help us God./
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| So hard to see your world come tumbling down/
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| It’s falling fast and I have no idea how/
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| can anybody hear me/
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| I know, you know, what’s down the road again/
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| there’s hope, I know, show me/ |