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Yeah, yeah,
Yeah,
Just in case you was
I did the beat

Yeah, cause we (children of the world)
And they wonder why we
Cause police do the same, that's the rival gang
I'm sitting here, praying to my father
of today, forever scared of tomorrow
Where's a scale I could borrow? Cause living ain't
I dropped out of school, pops, cause ain't free
Plus college ain't me, in the class
Questions rushing in my brain but I'm too to ask
Take it all in stride, teacher physics
And I want to be fly
What good is a degree there's no jobs to apply?
And fast food won't do 'cause you
I'm feeling like
Tired of the foodstamps and
Running in so much work school buzzing in
God, and I the only things we be trusting in
All fails, I'm in a casket like fuck it then
get rich or die poor
Nigga fell short and got jammed up, but he though
I'm pretty sure my words were "survival"
for the answers to my problems in the Bible
Cause we just try and all the secrets
My conversations with God always leave him speechless
And even when I was at my worst like "we got to make work"
My girl found time to leave me, too to give a fuck, though
My past relationships got me "what up, ho? "
I'm just bitter, I ain't asking you fuck for
As disrespectful, I
I was just saying, if you wonder why I you "bitch"
Cause we just, guess I look up to the
I ain't saying it wasn't wrong, but they had the fits
The cars and the broads and the
Is something to strive for you ain't never had shit
I'm feeling like the fuck, they want my soul
Like my ancestors' enough
If I can't my own government, who can I trust?
If I abuse myself daily, who can I
Shorty might have AIDS like who can I Sure enough
That be the day that the bust or I have a kid
The pride to all the things that my did
Cause the momma was a groupie and I was on some rapper
They gave me Hell like I for it
everything under the sun but they ain't after K.R.I.T.
I guess I swag enough
Stupid fruity pebble chain, bag enough
Popping tags, bitches, couldn't brag enough
Bubble kushy, loud patch it, lag enough
Steady acting like I ain't had
Ten on your neck like you ain't flash enough
I wreck so times, I guess I ain't crash enough
On the like I'm pushing crack, bag it up
I tell these niggas to it up
My bitch Scar's, gave the Louis rag to her
'Sace shades on my eyes like I ain't seeing the
Too to death, I couldn't attend the wake
too lyrical, he been round busting
Mississippi? Well, he don't Southern
He be down cause it's '05, I swear
The game's a of Reggie
So I sell's a breath of air
Yeah, with me