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[Intro: sample] |
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I know how tough it is *gunshot* |
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[Killah Priest] |
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My life flashes, I'm eight years old, my face stares cold |
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At the pastor, as he picks up the robe |
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He reads a chapter, his voice is like, grabbin' my soul |
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The seeds turn blacker and finally it fades out slow |
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The hearing after, a whole brand new screen show |
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I hear laughter, it's my birthday, I'm eighteen years old |
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I'm on gates between Monroe, eight fiends and young hoes |
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The flake dreams with gun blows, wake screams and blunt rose |
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Up, they lit it, some hit it, I'm drunk |
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So much, that I can't see straight |
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Another flash, I'm in a fancy place |
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A waiter walks over, hands me a plate |
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I trance it to escape, but it's too late |
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I shoot my casket, my moms screamin' bastard |
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Ya'll know who killed them, filled them with them lugers |
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Ruger, you God damn hoodlums |
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But it's too late, I see the king in the New Jerusalem |
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I can touch the gates |
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[Chorus 2X: Savoy] |
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Time keep on ticking |
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Stay focused, ain't no time for politicking |
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Got to keep our young brothers out of prison |
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Every day, I dream it feels like a nation, listen |
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[Killah Priest] |
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Was this my fate, to be judged in this place |
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Angels watchin' me, I step up to plead my case |
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I see his face in black space, okay let me back space |
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Somethin' went front between that gat and my waste |
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Somethin' went wrong between the slow reaction when they were clappin' my way |
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Is this the judgment, the place where every thug has been |
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After hearin' gun fire, and slugs go in |
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Are you the chosen, or the one known as the omen |
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The gates are open, I wanna know where I'm going |
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Is this the place I was destined to come, I slept in the slums |
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Next to a bum, saw death pestilence and guns |
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I was born cold naked and young |
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Mouth open, rings slashin' off of cardboard, wettin' my tongue |
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We prayed for the shepherd to come |
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I was called a monster, I was a youngster |
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Crawlin' out the dumpster, toes were bloody, clothes we muddy |
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Eyes were crummy, peeped to the skies above me |
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Cried I'm ugly, found out this life don't love me |
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Despised by the country, paralyzed in my one knee |
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Talked to the most high, Priest, hug me, real, real |
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[Chorus 2X] |
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[Interlude: Savoy] |
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No, no, no, no, no, no, no |
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Priesthood, Savoy Murda |
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G-13, what's poppin', oh, no, no, no |
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No, it's real, it's real |
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It's real, just sing it when it's real |
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It's real, it's real, it's real, it's real |
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[Chorus 2X] |
