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I came from a place i forgot |
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I woke up in a parking lot |
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Far from a meal & a cot |
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On the corner |
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Where all the streets got the same name |
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Maybe my brains on the brink of insane |
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Pain between the paperswhile sleepin on the train |
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This the land of milk and honey |
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Know what i'm sayin |
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The invisible man times three |
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Black, down & out |
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Out standing on a corner no doubt |
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Now a nation of homeless |
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Sleepin in bus stations |
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Another win for the pilgrims |
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Who said no more haitians |
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As i proceed |
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Someone to feed me is what i need |
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Through three blocks of dealers |
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Tryin to hit me off wit weed |
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Avenue & boulevard hungry as a m-fucka |
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Hope to get a ride from a trucker |
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Everybody know i ain't no sucker |
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Everyone used to drop 30 at the rucker |
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Away from crazy kids in generation wrekked |
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Dissin pyramids while praisin projects |
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Walk past old folks gettin no respect |
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Callin young folks a bunch a no good rejects |
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And i walk on |
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An eye for an eye |
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I can't recognize the man in the mirror |
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Is it i, it is i now who this cat i'm lookin at |
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Cause i've been waiting so long to get where i'm goin |
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An for an eye in this country tis of thee |
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Now how the hell can i be free |
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Who this cat i'm lookin at |
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Cause i been lost so long without anybody knowin |
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So i move on and i walk on |
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Past the preachers and the pimps gettin their talk on |
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Now why do home gotta be where the negative roam |
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To be or not to be - so i roll alone |
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I'm trapped within this skin & these bones |
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Temporary kings on cellular phones |
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Can i last as i walk past |
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Cigarette billboards & malt liquor ads |
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Walkin on broken bottles & potato chip bags |
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Everyone i see got the nerve to brag |
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Where they from what they got |
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And don't own squat |
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Disrespect where they from and ya might get shot |
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Zombies askin me what the latest bomb be |
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Should shot the fuckin sheriff & the fuckin deputy |
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For ok in the drug trade and lettin it be |
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But i know prison for me is an industry |
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So i walk |
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I heard the best things in life be free |
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Didn't god make the land the air we breathe |
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Not for the homeless don't give a damn about me |
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In the mirror somebody else is starin at me |
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Maybe prison is the skin i'm within |
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All this time i been sufferin can't fix it wit a bufferin |
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Plus they said i'll never work in this town again |
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Damn so i keep on walkin |
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An eye for an eye |
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I can't recognize the man in the mirror |
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Is it i, it is i now who this cat i'm lookin at |
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Cause i've been waiting so long to get where i'm goin |
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An for an eye in this country tis of thee |
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Now how the hell can i be free |
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Who this cat i'm lookin at |
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Cause i been lost so long without anybody knowin |
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Lil day day is big day and just did time |
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Seen him standin on the unemployment line |
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Which collided wit the line of the health clinic |
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I seen crazy stacy her ass standin up in it |
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No more welfare cut her medicaid |
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Damn my mama used to do her braids |
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I keep walkin so they don't see me |
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But i doubt if they doin any better than me |
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So i walk on never take the planet for granted |
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I paved the concrete, asphalt & granite |
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I walk past 3 brothers sittin on the porch |
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Wit a yard of dirt and littered wit newports |
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Talkin how they comin up while they sittin on their ass |
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As i walk past em i'm a target of their laughs |
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And one said lets get em for his fuckin stash |
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As i walked fast past the other yards wit grass |
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Had a lil cash tried to make it last |
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From a few deals i made from cleanin windshields |
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I ran like a rally they caught me in an alley |
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Can't get out the ghetto from new york to cali |
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I thought i had nuthin till i felt the knife |
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And now i ain't even got a life |