| Can I get a moment of silence for all my niggaz in the streets no longer livin
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| or they headed through them gates to (?) there life in prison forgotton
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| I feel they pain so now I’m ridin for the situation
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| my heart goes out to all the T Jones who live impatient
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| cause some of us blessed-and some of us ain’t
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| some of us takin shit for granted never stoppin to think
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| I got four handful of my niggaz doin biz
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| not a thought of comin home what the fuck about they kids
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| I know I can’t be they Daddy but I feel like I can teach 'em
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| yeah I know I’m only one but I’ll be damn if I don’t reach 'em
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| so I’m still here tryna understand why the hell bein poor will get you stoned
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| my nigga Reggie just did eight flat half of his life is gone
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| and I’m glad he made it home but see he back without my brother
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| ain’t a day that fly away that I don’t think about my brother
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| he went in when I was thirteen but now I’m twenty four
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| everyday I sit and hope that they will free him before it’s time to go This can’t be life Lord please tell me why
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| why should I try to stay in and fight
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| and these streets ain’t my home
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| and these niggaz are so wrong
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| I want so much more before I reach the other side
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| I got my mug on cause every minute I get caught up in a thug zone
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| I don’t wanna get put up like I’m Pac inside this slug zone
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| I’m tryna be a better man
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| see too many soliders die and get acquainted with the sand
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| I don’t hate the world we live in I hate the way it treat us I know we here to serve a purpose but the devil he will cheat us just like my nigga Robert Davis who was destined for the ground
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| and he passed away a living legend king of underground
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| and I miss him just like alot of y’all missin y’all niggaz
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| hard times come a mile a minute even for guerilla’s
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| everytime the rain fall out the sky somebody leavin
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| everytime you see the white chalk you know somebody grievin
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| it’s as simple as that life ain’t always for the best
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| half of us don’t even know if we gon end up put to rest
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| for the night fall and can’t nobody see it comin
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| I tip my hat to them niggaz livin life and steadily runnin (keep on runnin)
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| — repeat to end |