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You know, the worst part about living |
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Is knowin' one day that you gon' have to die |
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In the meantime, you have to come to terms with yourself, before you die |
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(Jhaz) |
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Before I die, laid and put to rest |
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Before I climb the wall, before I take my last breath |
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May I come to know the real of it all |
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Face-to-face with death, discover why the toughest fall |
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Dog, at home alone at night |
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My dreams be scary, got a sista fiendin' to the daylight |
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And if by circumstance, somehow I end up stiff |
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I promise that I ain't the only one that's gon' end up in a ditch |
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To all of this, I wish I find a reason why we end up dead |
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So I be prayin', dog, before I die |
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(Brina) |
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Before I flatline, carried away in a casket |
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I ask this question, Lord: will You be openin' the gates to the green pastures |
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Or will a sista fall prey to the gates of Hell? |
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So Brina pass times through these ghetto blues |
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Had to do what I had to do, really |
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Survival is the key, everyday tryin' dodge them toe-tags |
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Gotta good heart, tryin' hard to raise mine |
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You made room for a sista's jumpstart |
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Playa haters, they hate me |
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Will the devil put one of those fools to work |
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Or will I die of natural cause? |
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Either way it goes, I feel the hurt, so I ask of You |
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Lord: keep my family strong on top of this weak game that'll catch 'em, too |
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I'm on streets of Hell anyday |
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Amen |
