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[Intro:
I know how tough it is

[Killah
My life flashes, I'm eight years old, my face stares
At the pastor, as he picks up the
He reads a chapter, his voice is like, my soul
The seeds blacker and finally it fades out slow
The hearing after, a brand new screen 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, they lit it, hit it, I'm drunk
So much, I can't see straight
flash, I'm in a fancy place
A waiter over, hands me a plate
I trance it to escape, but it's too
I shoot my casket, my screamin' bastard
know who killed them, filled them with them lugers
Ruger, you God hoodlums
But it's too late, I see the in the New Jerusalem
I can touch the

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

Priest]
Was this my fate, to be judged in place
watchin' me, I step up to plead my case
I see his in black space, okay let me back space
Somethin' went between that gat and my waste
Somethin' wrong between the slow reaction when they were clappin' my way
Is this the judgment, the place where thug has been
hearin' gun fire, and slugs go in
Are you the chosen, or the one as the omen
The gates are open, I know where I'm going
Is the place I was destined to come, I slept in the slums
Next to a bum, saw pestilence and guns
I was cold naked and young
Mouth open, rings slashin' off of cardboard, 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 skies me
Cried I'm ugly, found out life don't love me
Despised by the country, in my one knee
to the most 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, it's
It's real, just sing it it's real
It's real, real, it's real, it's real

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