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Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game |
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Before i die i hope i have a chance to make a change |
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4x |
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I'm at the time in my life when a nigga ready to change |
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I'll be dead or in jail if I don't shake this thang |
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Feel like I'm trapped in a prison, slowly waiting to die |
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It's getting harder for my people, yet we don't know why |
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They cuttin sistas off welfare, these kids can't eat |
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And it's the children like P turned out by the street |
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I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin my rocks |
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Servin death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil |
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Robbin and killin my own kind, Lord forgive me |
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Blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me |
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Since the death of my momma, my life is filled with drama |
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Lost both of my kids, punished for what dirt that I did |
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I can't bring em back, so I get high to forget |
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All the mistakes that I made, that time won't let me erase |
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I keep my head up high, but I'm stuck in this game |
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Steady checkin' myself, God help me to change |
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Chorus 4x |
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If I could change, I'd bring my momma back from the grave |
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I ain't got too much trouble cause we livin' in the last days |
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Crime pays, doing broads can get you AIDS, gotta wear a strap these days |
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All the time I stay high, trying to fight my stress |
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Jealous fool of the world trying to put me to rest |
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Last night I had a talk with my momma |
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Then the cry, asking god if she'd serve a purpose before she dies |
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You can see it in my eyes, a brotha wanta slow down |
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I ain't mad at ya daddy cause you didn't come around |
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I'm knowing that the times is hard, but you can make it |
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You see the opportunity, you take it |
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But what about my little baby, I got a mouth to feed |
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But I still wanta hang on the streets and smoke weed with the O.G.'s |
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My homies rest in peace in the game |
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I don't think you'll ever know the pain |
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I want to change |
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Chorus 4x |
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Lord knows, picture me ballin |
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trapped in this ghetto with my young G's callin |
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Hennessey and weed when they bury P |
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A quarter key, 6 G's, when they carry me |
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Fall on my knees to no nigga |
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Trapped in this hood, raised by chrome trigga |
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Never had a pops, a nigga learned to slang cream |
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Should have been a chemist, the way I work a triple beam |
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Life, is like a page, I want to turn |
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I wanta make a change, but Lord you let my brotha burn |
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I done seen a nigga lose his life over zurcubian stones |
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Every night, my auntie bring a nigga home |
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Momma worrying cause the rent late |
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3 strikes, my cousin's doing time upstate |
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I sent him Camel with no filters |
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I'm in the ghetto slangin stones with staight killas, ugghh |
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I know kids that pack gats cause they bout it, bout it |
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I'm from the murder capital of the world and we rowdy, rowdy |
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Is there a heaven for a gangsta, Lord put me to sleep |
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Cause your best friend turn into your enemy |
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Crooked cops is dirty in this shaded game |
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Go on take me out the ghetto |
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I want to make a change |
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Chorus -- fade out |
