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The man above been talking to me |
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He said he understands my view |
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He's always walking with me |
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Cause he sees what |
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I've been through |
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When the world starts kicking me around |
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All in my face, make me want to put 'em down |
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Trying to earn, trying to learn, trying to love like a man |
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Sometimes it feels like it's out of my hands- |
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I'm from the hood that's forever sinning |
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Where life is took for granted here so death is winning |
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Nothing but blues around, feels like we're losing out |
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Times that spent in this environment confuse a child |
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As a juvenile |
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I ran wild |
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I ran out of blessings |
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Been in and out of prison as an adolescent |
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My goal was getting it, til something said to turn my life around |
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Redirect my hustle, and go legitimate |
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Til I get corporate and invest fortunes |
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With exec bosses sitting behind a desk at the office |
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I'm left jobless, nobody hiring ex-convicts |
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That don't mean |
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I'm less conscious |
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It's so hard when they close doors |
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And when you looking like a so-called hip hoppa you get nada |
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Stereotyped, scarred for life stigmata |
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But still a kid's gotta get a dolla |
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I tackle choices every day that's hopeless |
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I hear a voice saying "stay focused" |
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Fast money, cars, and broads will mislead you |
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Love backwards here is evol but it's legal |
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Multi-task |
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I make a fortune faster |
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Keep rhymin til |
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I'm climbing up the corporate ladder |
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In my community, you've gotta go out of your way if you're out to get paid |
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Than back up and wait for opportunity |
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I try not to blame society |
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I eat my pride cause |
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I know deep inside it's me |
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But not entirely, when a man try to live righteously |
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And propriety turn to anxiety |
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I thought |
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I paid back the system when |
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I stayed in prison |
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Left the stripes, see what success is like |
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But the way they set the price |
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You spent your childhood in the wild hood |
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You're in debt for life |
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I figured out what was talking with me |
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When I do right |
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I feel him walking with me |
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So I'm adamant, some call it arrogance |
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I can cope it cause |
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I know I'm broke for having sense |
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But my back's against the wall, it's getting rough to get a buck |
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In a job with a minimum wage won't get enough |
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Faced with giving up, and my lady friend's beefing, |
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Ends ain't meeting, we just an argument away from splitting up |
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It gets lonely, my fam disowned me |
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Called me the black sheep cause |
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I act street |
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Yea it's that deep, |
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I tried to change clicks |
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Homies flipped on me cause |
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I don't hang; we have beef |
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But I'm at peace so that cease, at least |
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I ain't got no ties on my |
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Porsche ride |
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And no time for no crime, knowing that the most high |
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Is watching with a close eye |
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They say I'm from the hood |
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That mean |
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I'm no good |