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Dear Lord |
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As we down here, struggle for as long as we know |
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In search of a paradise to touch (my nigga Johnny J) |
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Dreams are dreams, and reality seems to be the only place to go |
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The only place for us |
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I know, try to make the best of bad situations |
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Seems to be my life's story |
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Ain't no glory in pain, a soldier's story in vain |
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And can't nobody live this life for me |
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It's a ride y'all, a long hard ride |
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Somebody break me I'm dreamin, I started as a seed the semen |
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Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin |
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on the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop |
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From a single drop, this is what they got |
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Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser |
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Only plan he had for momma was to fuck her and abuse her |
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Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me |
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Stranded on welfare, another broken family |
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Now what was I to be, a product of this heated passion |
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Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of ass |
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Look how it began, nobody gave a fuck about me |
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Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me |
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How can I survive? Got me askin white Jesus |
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will a nigga live or die, cause the Lord can't see us |
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in the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine |
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No sunny days and we only play sometimes |
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When everybody's sleepin |
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I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin |
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I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone |
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I'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my own |
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on the spot where everybody and they pops tryin to slang rocks |
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I'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops |
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Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn |
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You can buy rocks glocks or a herringbone |
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You can ask my man Ishmael Reed |
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Keep my nine heated all the time this is how we grind |
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Meet up at the cemetary then get smoked out, pass the weed nigga |
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That Hennessey'll keep me keyed nigga |
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Everywhere I go niggaz holla at me, "Keep it real G" |
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And my reply til they kill me |
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Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did |
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The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise |
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Still I (still I) I rise (I rise) |
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Please give me to the sky (the sky) |
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And if (and if) I die (I die) |
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I don't want you to cry |
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I stay sharp as always |
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Runnin ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallways |
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Dumpin crews like two's, nigga all day |
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Secrets of war prepare me for the worst |
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A life that's lavish full of cabbage or a life that's in a hearse |
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But now my dreams it seeems though, be placin triple beams and things bro |
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Diamond pinkie ring got the loot poppin out my jeans |
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Now I plan to keep my glock cocked |
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If trouble was searchin for me then why not? |
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Show em what I'm made of plus raised on, on my block |
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Chancellor Ave, where many turn to the street, thugs snatchin bags |
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We out for power, makin cash it wasn't fast it'll make me mad |
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I'm just like, pimpin |
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My homey on the corner with his gat tucked, in |
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Youngest they buckin somethin the life he leads |
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the life he don't need, don't we all know |
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He tryin to rise up and we just go doe, still he rise |
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Dreams of lost hope |
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I hit the strip broke where the fiends get coke |
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and still I rise now I float cowards ghost |
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Whenever we come around, I'm runnin down |
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clutchin a pound, live as sirens, duckin the sound |
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I used to hustle with my moms til the sun came |
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My homey Harm doin time from this drug game |
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Stolen cars, war scars, born a Outlaw |
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Behind bars, go to sleep just to see the stars |
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Freedom is ours, though we trapped on a firm block |
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Crackheads only ten learn to duck cops |
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In ninety-six my glock's my plastic, passion for blastin bastards |
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No faces for open caskets, peelin ya cap backwards |
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Ya cowards ain't prepared for pistol practice |
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I send my missiles through your mattress |
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Leavin holes in your body like a cactus |
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While me and my crew be boppin more greens than topic |
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and loot to keep the seams in my motherfuckin jeans poppin |
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Leavin ya spleen to pick up |
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Half of you niggaz is softer than a Snicker |
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Let's go to war and see who draw quicker |
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and still I rise, and still I rise... |
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Still I (still I) I rise (I rise) |
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Please give me to the sky (the sky) |
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And if (and if) I die (I die) |
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I don't want you to cry |
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Still I (still I) I rise (I rise) |
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Please give me to the sky (the sky) |
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And if (and if) I die (I die) |
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I don't want you to cry |
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Y'all niggaz fake |
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All day everyday |
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So now I got roller blades, bitch |
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Thought you knew |
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Your mouth is rich |
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C'mon pops, let's go.. |