| Hold up let me hit my Hypnotic
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| Aight you rollin?
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| I’d just like to take a minute to apolgize to my listeners
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| I just wanna say I’m sorry for not havin any songs about happiness
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| Or bein in peace and shit like that
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| See I can only display my personal feelings and experinces
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| And so far I ain’t felt what happiness feels like
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| And experinced anything but hard times and heartache
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| So I apoligize for not makin you dance
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| I apologize for not havin any sarcastical songs
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| You know that good feeling with e’m
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| That put a smile on your face
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| I ain’t had nothin to offer accept for frown
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| So for that I’m sorry I promise if I can sing another song
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| I wish I could tell you my life was good but it’s not
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| I wish misery, city runners were cold, but they’re hot
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| So many situations to deal with, I can’t concentrate
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| A hundred homies and everyone is fake
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| How can I make it out the ghetto it want let me go
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| Seems like everytime I do a good deed, good deeds never return to 'Ro
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| I gave up my last so somebody could have a start
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| Then somebody got me locked behind bars
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| What a way to show ya love back-homie you a friend for life
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| For your crime I’m doin time in the Penn tonight
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| It’s bad enough I lost a family my luck ain’t live
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| Mama died when I was 6 and Daddy ain’t have enough time
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| To kick it with me-like I wanted him to kick it with me
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| Now that I’m incarcarated you wanna come and visit with me
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| But I ain’t holdin no grudges Daddy I love you that’s my word
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| Even though you had me sleeping on a curb… I wish I had another song
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| These are the days (these are the days)
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| We cherish them because soon they’ll be gone away (soon they’ll be gone away)
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| On to another place
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| Pretty soon I’ll be gone
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| Twenty-summod years of calling God on this mobile phone
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| If it wasn’t for my life style I’d sing another song
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| I wish that I was ridin around in a Bentley
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| But maybe Z-Ro living lavish just ain’t meant to be
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| Cause I’m the type of fella that’ll give a bum a hundred dollars
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| I’d rather help out my people instead of poppin my collar
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| I wish that I could get a million copies sold
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| If I’m broke I’d rather die I don’t want no more poverty-'Ro and oh
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| Sometimes I wish that I was somebody else
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| Cause I can’t even pay bills even though my CD’s want stay on the shelf
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| Strugglin and I’m strivin and just barely strivin
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| Bobbin and weavin-my last breathe time after time
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| And it seems that I want ever get no rest I’m exhausted
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| Tryna make it-compare the price and pain is what the cost is
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| Maybe if I was evil I’d be rolling in bread
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| Until somebody with a pistol come and opened my head
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| But my mission is keepin ambition
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| I’m trying so hard even though my soul is scarred-oh Lord…
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| I wish I had another song
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| These are the days (these are the days)
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| We cherish them because soon they’ll be gone away (soon they’ll be gone away)
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| On to another place
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| Pretty soon I’ll be gone
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| Twenty-summod years of calling God on this mobile phone
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| If it wasn’t for my life style I’d sing another song
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| I wish that I could sing another song
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| But my rhythm is too much pain
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| Sunshine is the level that I think I’m own so tell me why it’s so much rain
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| Day to day it’s a struggle in my lifetime
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| To keep from creepin I be stayin in the G
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| No crimes commited so tell me why I’m doin time
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| And nobody wanna come and set a nigga free
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| Sometimes at night I smoke a cig and sit back
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| And wonder why the whole world hate me
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| So much ambition I just gotta pull my wig back
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| Wishing murder would come on and take me
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| I wish that I could sing another song
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| I’m tired of sleeping in rivers of tears all night long
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| No point in wonderin why my people use to do me wrong
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| Stuck in this reality until my life is over and gone
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| These are the days (these are the days)
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| We cherish them because soon they’ll be gone away (soon they’ll be gone away)
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| On to another place
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| Pretty soon I’ll be gone
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| Twenty-summod years of calling God on this mobile phone
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| If it wasn’t for my life style I’d sing another song |