| Ain’t no sense to bitch about it
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| Cause you all know what’s gone wrong.
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| Late at night, when you’re in your bed,
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| The Bad Don’t Seem So Wrong.
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| Tryin' to justify the violence, reconcile in silence.
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| Dress it up in fancy clothes. |
| Wash it down with diamonds.
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| Drown it out with music. |
| Act like they don’t apply to you,
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| Look how wobbly the rules is. |
| You probly could improve if/
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| You was in charge, maybe runnin' thangs
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| (If) You was involved things would be different.
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| Maybe you could make a difference
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| Or probly not and things would stay the same
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| And you go to sleep at night
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| Knowin things will never change
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| Wake up in the mornin and you feelin kinda strange.
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| Don’t remember last night, so you back at it again.
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| Turn back up your music. |
| Put back on your chains.
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| Fasten on your watch and slide on all your rings.
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| Put back on your glasses that block out all the pain.
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| Hit yo niggas on the phone, and tell em that it’s on.
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| Tell em that it’s on.
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| Ain’t no sense to bitch about it
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| Cause you all know what’s gone wrong.
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| Late at night, when you’re in your bed,
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| The Bad Don’t Seem So Wrong.
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| Destined to be a winner. |
| Tryin to pick up where the rest lose.
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| Prayin to the Father, tryin' to figure out your next move.
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| Pain across your face and still you wear it like your best shoes.
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| But yet, you no accept it, cause it just might be your best news.
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| Nothin taken for granted, still you searchin for an answer.
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| Your fightin to be sane, your momma fightin with cancer.
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| Father ain’t around, so now you gotta be the man, now.
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| Tomorrow ain’t ever promised so you gotta take a stand now.
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| Hard times seem to be the only thing you understand.
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| Fuck seein a mil, you tryin to make it to a couple grand.
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| Even with a couple grand, you gotta try to make it last.
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| You ridin for the fam knowin the Devil tryin' to make ya crash.
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| You gotta hold on, homie if you only knew.
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| Never quit, knowin somebody doin' worse than you.
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| Ain’t no sense to bitch about it
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| Cause you all know what’s gone wrong.
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| Late at night, when you’re in your bed,
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| The Bad Don’t Seem So Wrong.
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| You on the only road to give up. |
| Strugglin where you’re heart at.
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| Though death is where you end up, they tell me that’s where we start at.
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| Either way, you gon make em remember you
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| Just pray you don’t get stuck in homicide for that interview.
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| You ended up in tears when all you wanted was a smile.
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| (All the while) Lookin for hope you end up losin as a child.
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| Realizin nothin helps to take the the pain away.
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| Cause if it was somethin that numb away the feelinm
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| You’d pray to God to situate a day.
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| It’s hard to keep it. |
| Stand up. |
| You’re leanin on your last leg.
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| The pressure tryin' to weigh in. You just ran out your last bread.
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| Window of opportunity feelin like it just shut more.
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| They tell you to be thankful. |
| Your response for em is «what for? |
| "
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| It seem like everybody else in a better position.
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| Only thing else left to do is open up your ears and listen.
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| Ain’t no sense to bitch about it
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| Cause you all know what’s gone wrong.
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| Late at night, when you’re in your bed,
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| The Bad Don’t Seem So Wrong. |