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Mmm, word |
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Yo life is definitely real |
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You gotta take it to heart, know what I'm sayin? |
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There's so much confusion, confusion |
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Today on the streets |
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So for us to live forever, God blesses our lives |
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God blesses our lives |
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Check it |
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When I was young I never had to dodge bullets |
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My peoples always taught me live life to the fullest |
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But draggin me to church, seven days a week |
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Couldn't keep me off the streets, with the evil that I wreak ya see |
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My tongue was ill I spilled language with profanity |
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Workin odd jobs couldn't buy me my vanity (say what) |
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Insanity was the edge of reality |
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And when I tried to slide right, wrong was always callin me |
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The devil takes many colors and shapes |
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My mind was raped as an embryo, walkin through hell |
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But now I feel twice as stable bout my livin |
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The crew's multiplyin so to rest with division |
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And yo my vision's, clearer, I hear sounds of the unheard |
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Word, I seen sights that bring scars to your life |
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Livin days to the curb, readin scriptures never saved me |
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From day to day drama, where's the path that you paved for me? |
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(I'm still sturgglin) scratchin rhymes on the papers |
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Squeeze the scripto, and lookin for the holy savior |
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Cause my behavior, is that of one, who wants to live trife |
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So God bless your life |
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So God bless our lives [x4] |
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It's hard to comprehend the days back when |
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We was boys with big wills, maturing from mice to men |
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Runnin wild nappy heads with the Pro Keds |
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Playin "Simon says!" and tag, but now that's dead |
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I grew to be rough, you couldn't tell me nothin |
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About the world, cause I was always into somethin |
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I think I was the lightest kid out the click |
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Always quick to heat up beef, because I knew my crew would spark it (true) |
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But out of dumb situations lies casualties (true) |
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(The skins got knocked) so here comes responsibility |
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Many of the heads planted seeds for the future to see |
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Let's try to mold them into shapes that we couldn't be |
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Friends came and friends went with the wind |
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Some either caught hot steel and others caught the state pen |
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Nothin but mayhem, I say to them |
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We shoulda tried to live right, so God bless our lives |
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So God bless our lives [x4] |
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I'm steady dwellin over spilled milk |
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I'm never on the straight and narrow cause the roads I walk they tilt |
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Many choices and voices posesses me |
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Listen see, evil got my mind locked in custody |
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Pressed by temptation, aiyyo I'm facin |
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Life as a loner in a world with different races |
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My case is you're pure as a young'un |
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And nowadays they got me living life out a dungeon |
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I wonder, and contimplating mishaps daily |
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While keeping my bizz seperated from the shady |
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(There's nothin but untruths) I prove this fact to be fiction |
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But still I'm fishin, for realism in the diction |
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While I'm rhymin, some of my peoples are out campin |
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Lampin on skid row, or South of the Hamptons |
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Doin bids, know that they Manson |
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I think I dance a jig when my nigs blow the gig |
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So God bless the dead and my peopls in the Ville |
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Yo word to my man, baby gotta keep it real |
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Aiyyo, word to God you gotta keep it real |
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Word to God baby gotta keep it real |
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So God bless our lives [x4] |
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Word up yeah, the Ill Biskits |
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We out, peace |
