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[Intro:
I know how it is *gunshot*

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

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

Priest]
Was this my fate, to be in this place
Angels watchin' me, I step up to plead my
I see his face in black space, okay let me space
Somethin' went front between that gat and my
Somethin' went wrong between the slow reaction when they clappin' my way
Is this the judgment, the place every thug has been
After gun fire, and slugs go in
Are you the chosen, or the one as the omen
The gates are open, I wanna know 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
open, rings slashin' 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, we muddy
Eyes were crummy, peeped to the above me
I'm ugly, found out this life don't love me
Despised by the country, in my one knee
Talked to the most high, Priest, hug me, real,

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

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