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[Intro:
I how tough it is *gunshot*

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

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Time keep on
focused, ain't no time for politicking
Got to keep our brothers out of prison
Every day, I it feels like a nation, listen

Priest]
Was this my fate, to be judged in this
Angels me, I step up to plead my case
I see his face in black space, okay let me back
Somethin' went front between that gat and my
Somethin' went wrong between the slow reaction they were clappin' my way
Is the judgment, the place where every thug has been
After hearin' gun fire, and go in
Are you the chosen, or the one known as the
The gates are open, I know where I'm going
Is this the place I was destined to come, I in the slums
Next to a bum, saw death pestilence and
I was cold naked and young
open, rings slashin' off of cardboard, wettin' my tongue
We prayed for the to come
I was a monster, I was a youngster
out the dumpster, toes were bloody, clothes we muddy
Eyes were crummy, to the skies above me
I'm ugly, found out this life don't love me
Despised by the country, in my one knee
Talked to the high, Priest, hug me, real, 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, sing it when it's real
It's real, real, it's real, it's real

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