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[Intro:
I how tough it is *gunshot*

[Killah
My life flashes, I'm eight old, my face stares cold
At the pastor, as he picks up the
He reads a chapter, his is like, grabbin' my soul
The turn blacker and finally it fades out slow
The hearing after, a whole new screen show
I laughter, it's my birthday, I'm eighteen years old
I'm on gates between Monroe, eight fiends and hoes
The dreams with gun blows, wake screams and blunt rose
Up, they lit it, some hit it, I'm
So much, that I can't see
flash, I'm in a fancy place
A waiter walks over, hands me a
I trance it to escape, but too late
I shoot my casket, my screamin' bastard
Ya'll know who killed them, filled them with lugers
Ruger, you God damn
But it's too late, I see the in the New Jerusalem
I can touch the

[Chorus 2X:
Time on ticking
Stay focused, ain't no for politicking
Got to our young brothers out of prison
day, I dream it feels like a nation, listen

[Killah
Was this my fate, to be judged in place
Angels me, I step up to plead my case
I see his face in space, okay let me back space
Somethin' went front between that gat and my
Somethin' went wrong between the reaction when they were clappin' my way
Is the judgment, the place where every thug has been
After gun fire, and slugs go in
Are you the chosen, or the one known as the
The are open, I wanna know where I'm going
Is this the place I was to come, I slept in the slums
Next to a bum, saw pestilence and guns
I was born cold and young
Mouth open, rings off of cardboard, wettin' my tongue
We for the shepherd to come
I was called a monster, I was a
Crawlin' out the dumpster, toes were bloody, clothes we
Eyes were crummy, to the skies above me
Cried I'm ugly, found out this life love me
Despised by the country, paralyzed in my one
Talked to the most high, Priest, hug me, real,

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[Interlude:
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Priesthood, Savoy
G-13, poppin', oh, no, no, no
No, it's real, it's
It's real, just sing it when it's
It's real, it's real, real, it's real

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