| 24/7, I’m in trouble for nothing
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| To the laws on the topic, of they daily discussion
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| Blood pumping and rushing, I gotta struggle to survive
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| I be rapping but I can do with a nine to five
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| Long as it be legal, I be willin' to try
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| All I need is a pair of wings, I be willing to fly
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| Trying to get a piece of the pie and ain’t I taking I work for it
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| I be doing right, but I’m being punished on earth for it
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| What else can I do, to make it on this scene?
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| Seem like whatever I do, will get me up in prison
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| Never see me on the corner, never caught me with crack
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| Got a dream of leaving the ghetto and ain’t coming back
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| Homicide detectives trying to threaten me with some time
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| Only thing I ever murdered, was college ruled lines
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| It’s a patent punishment, in America’s design
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| Arrested and incarcerated for other peoples crimes, it’s so amazing
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| Oh, sometime, one time, stereotype me
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| Jewelry, jewelry and gold teeth
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| They swear, swear, I’ve got to be running drugs
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| But I am just a, just a man
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| Trying to stay Satan free
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| Through hell is where they’re taking me
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| I swore, so amazing, to be a thug
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| A true, true hero under God’s sight, from above
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| Everyday, everyday I see my people in poverty
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| And when I say my people, I mean everybody I see
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| And no discrimination, on Caucasian or Asian
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| Or Mexican, Samoan, lesbians or the gay men
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| Everybody got a day to die and they won’t miss it
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| Better be ready for company when death come visit
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| Man, I wish Adam and Eve, wouldn’t been in the garden
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| Now, the devil swinging at me, got me weaving and bobbing
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| Homies are being murdered by lieutenants to sergeants
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| Like weez, we uprooted just as soon we harvest
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| Searching for sunshines, suffocated by darkness
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| Looking for Gods, in the God’s heavenly fortress
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| They tell me when I make it, there’ll be no more pain
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| Ain’t gotta be nervous, about somebody knowing your name
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| Everybody is your family, it’s love around you
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| Even on earth, God is your upper when people down you so amazing
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| Am I cursed, while on this earth
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| 'Cause I can’t find, better days
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| But still, I give the Lord praise
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| Even though, though, these pirates request my blood
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| But I am just a, just a man, tryin' to, tryin' to stay Satan free
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| Through hell is where they’re taking me
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| I swore, it’s so amazing, to be a thug
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| A true, true hero under God’s sight, from above
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| The weight of, weight of my stress is like a fifty ton boulder
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| Making my head heavy, can’t be lifted by my shoulders
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| No wonder why my head down, I be thinking too hard
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| And be smoking like a tail pipe and drinking too hard
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| I decided to give it up and give it to God
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| Instead of living in the world, I’ma live in the Lord
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| Gave up cussing this time while I’m spitting my bars
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| With a vision of me in prison that vision is fraud
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| Investigators cookin', cookin' the case, cookin' too hard
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| I know they know, I didn’t do it 'cause they looking for Claude
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| Nobody hollin' at me, got me feeling like an outlaw
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| Had a case against a brother but I broke it apart
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| No weapon formed against me shall prosper, if it’s written
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| Even though machetes be cutting and guns be spitting
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| I got a Satan proof vest on, stopping the devil head on
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| With Jesus I’ma stop him but that’s some’ing you can bet on, amazing
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| Oh, sometime, one, one time, stereotype me
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| The jewelry and gold teeth
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| Swear, swear, I’ve got to be running drugs
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| But I am just a, just a man, trying to stay Satan free
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| Through hell is where they’re taking me
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| I swore, it’s so amazing, to be a thug
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| A true, true hero under God’s sight, from above |