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through the shadow of death, my out pissing Rebel, laughing at the devil, homicidal Only if he knew, I lie a coal, who the wanna die old On this miserable earth, forever, put me in better then living searchin' treasure That only brings atrocity and treachery, mother's stressing me Ain't no left in me, live everyday like it's my last to meet my that passed
At last I could Christ, ask Him why the You died on the cross Here these stupid, still lost ask Malcolm, see what it was like to fight for civil rights And nights he he would die, what did he do Did he grab his gun and a Get on my praise Big and go with Pac Find out did he take 5 shots Ask him, who shot ya, was it the Couldn't of been Big Poppa, Brooklyn ain't Like that, ask Martin, why the you ain't back?
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Life ain't real, it's a we see tomorrow Reality, that's pain and Reality, disaster breaks A little girl up in the gettin' Reality's a gettin' shot 41 times And you askin' why I run from one I don't even get Sometimes, no times, oh, I'm bout to lose my
Reality's up, like a hard workin' mother, her job The of good and evil Like the devil, ain't losing for God, we on squad Not knowing what the it all I even, get a can of sardines Driving Bentley's, burning money, I'm money your, I'm earning money Yet you call me a thief I call me a trying to eat On this earth suffering, why it's that? Guess we the punished, Adam and Eve
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your latex, from nuns I take Play chess, with the from the sky rain shells drop immune to this cold world's sorrow Beyond shell shock, can't you tell pop, I some help ox See them officers watchin' myself rot Ice pick and blocks
Hope the 12 stop on the highway to hell, switchin' That know, I mean to suffer and struggle in the gutter birthday cakes with box cutters I did not stutter, you heard me this is utter, Observe me, on a journey on gurneys till I meet my maker And I need my ama, Guiliani and Howard
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