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It's the lump in your heart |
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Or the pain in your mind |
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No one cares what the truth is |
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I'm exhausted but |
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I never ever forfeit |
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Y'all just bullshit while |
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I knock a nigga off quick |
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Y'all start speaking in tongues and start reaching for guns |
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A militant will put this heat in your lungs |
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The street and the slums, the weekend is done |
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The local class always show you what [?] is become |
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The seasons are done, and reasons are none |
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People dyin' bullets flyin' cause they schemin'[?] for fun |
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It's all of a nightmare, that's right there |
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They hopin' that somebody in the hood just might care |
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With all this protestin' and rallyin' |
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Death toll tallyin' |
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Foul smells around them [?] in the alley and |
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Corner filled with teddy bears, cause they killed a child again, |
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And listen to |
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RakimWith the [?] that y'all been |
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For realla, |
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I hadn't been schemin' to [?]ply in |
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You fear us? |
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Fear is self, personified |
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Payin' homage to homicide |
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Prayin' to the dollar sign |
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It's idol worship |
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The rebel forces |
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Bodies lie at the foundation of the fortress |
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This is war, we expect some losses |
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We on some casualties of war shit, |
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What you stand for, kid? |
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We in the city where they definitely lost it |
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You open your eyelids and get capped in the ribs |
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Your funeral they have your 12th grade portrait |
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Pretty corpse in casket, bell-shaped orchids |
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Said he 19 and left a self-made fortune |
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And left trey orphans |
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Now he in a box with the same chain and watch |
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That never came off him |
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It's a shame what it cost him |
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Where he come from it ain't nuthin' |
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It's a everyday thing, that's a problem |
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It's chambers revolving |
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Bustin' like |
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Russian roulette |
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With a full set, then change what the odds is, |
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Flames in the mosque, and |
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People held hostage |
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Everyday I struggle, try to get up out the mosh-pit |
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Homicide for profit, tell me how we not sick? |
