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He had the heart of a soldier in a city full of bandits |
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Ran with the cold spirits, couple of bad habits |
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Heart full of pain and a pipe full of magic |
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Getting him high, he's feeling like he's ready to die |
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But his girl just told him she pregnant, he don't know what to do |
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The word "Father" was just something that he never knew |
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So hows he gonna be one |
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Hows he gonna raise child in a city full of demons |
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When his mother had three sons |
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And two of em' dead, one took two to the head |
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The other took three to the heart, he never knew what was said |
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But he knows, he's all his mother got now |
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He ain't got no feelings, they say he's numb to the pain |
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He on the corner with the Glock now |
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Momma always told him he was God's son |
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But he's feeling like the Devils advocate |
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Running streets with the lost ones |
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And he don't wanna lose touch with his soul |
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But he's feeling like he ain't got nowhere to go |
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Nowhere to go |
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He wanted to be like Nas, Biggie and Pac |
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He used to bump em' in his uncles whip until he got shot |
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The first time he ever saw tears coming from his mother's eyes |
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Too young to understand, so he just wondered why |
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He always used to ask the Lord if heaven had a ghetto |
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And when he tries to end it all, he just can't seem to let go |
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He shed so many tears, so many times, so many lies |
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All he feels in his heart is hate, so he never cries |
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He's running with the pack like a wild coyote |
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Running the city sticking nigga's up like "Pay what you owe me" |
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It's just him against the world, all his homeboys turned on him |
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They plotting to get him, they asking "What's the word on him?" |
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They heard his mother stayed a few blocks down |
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Hopped in the ride, got to the house and let off some rounds |
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Twenty-five shots through the window, ten through the door |
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Opened his eyes and he seen his mother dead on the floor |
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Mother forgive me |
