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[Intro:
I how tough it is *gunshot*

Priest]
My flashes, I'm eight years old, my face stares cold
At the pastor, as he picks up the
He reads a chapter, his voice is like, my soul
The seeds turn blacker and finally it out slow
The hearing after, a whole brand new screen
I hear laughter, my birthday, I'm eighteen years old
I'm on gates Monroe, eight fiends and young hoes
The flake dreams with gun blows, wake and blunt rose
Up, they lit it, some hit it, I'm
So much, that I see straight
flash, I'm in a fancy place
A waiter over, hands me a plate
I trance it to escape, but too late
I shoot my casket, my moms screamin'
Ya'll who killed them, filled them with them lugers
Ruger, you God hoodlums
But too late, I see the king in the New Jerusalem
I can touch the

[Chorus 2X:
Time on ticking
Stay focused, no time for politicking
Got to keep our young brothers out of
Every day, I dream it like a nation, listen

[Killah
Was this my fate, to be judged in place
watchin' me, I step up to plead my case
I see his face in black space, okay let me space
Somethin' went between that gat and my waste
Somethin' went wrong between the slow reaction when they clappin' my way
Is the judgment, the place where every thug has been
hearin' gun fire, and slugs go in
Are you the chosen, or the one known as the
The gates are open, I wanna where I'm going
Is this the place I was destined to come, I in the slums
Next to a bum, saw death and guns
I was cold naked and young
Mouth open, rings slashin' off of cardboard, wettin' my
We prayed for the to come
I was called a monster, I was a
Crawlin' out the dumpster, toes were bloody, we muddy
Eyes were crummy, to the skies above me
Cried I'm ugly, out this life don't love me
Despised by the country, paralyzed in my one
Talked to the high, Priest, hug me, real, real

2X]

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

2X]