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I'm scared for the life of my son |
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Snipers could turn this into D.C. easy |
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Poke holes in trunks and try to rest in peace me |
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I say a prayer that Zeeky will be afraid of guns |
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No water pistols, investin' his mind in blazin' young |
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City Of God we live amongst the evil |
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Lines and needles on my mind since little |
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Knew shot could riddle through me |
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These younger dudes is unruly usin' a tooley truly |
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To be governor, imitatin' Schwarzenegger movie |
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Votin' for Nader for we got no greater one to rep |
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Hopin' our savior, we rise too many nights he slept |
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Through Satan's celebration, don't tell 'em for Hell we waitin' |
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We waitin' for Heaven's statement, rebirth until the dust |
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In a city where we so greedy and full of lust |
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Daily sinners and needy killers, ready to bust |
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I saw Billy caught up on the block |
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Alex caught up with the glock |
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Isiah won't fall dog, not on my watch |
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Because |
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[Chorus] |
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I look up to the heaven's and I |
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Say somethin' that'll get me by |
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Isiah you gon' always be held down |
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With this music that I write all night |
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For them streets that I ride through every |
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Night and day I stay on the grind |
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Cause shit's hard, but I paved the way |
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My son will be alright and know that it's okay |
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[Verse Two] |
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Real life speech, conceal my weeps amidst the day to day |
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Worried that them shots may pop where little Jayden play |
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Shavin' greys, achin' bones |
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Underrated, lacin' poems |
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Heavy rent, money spent |
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Wife and I vacating homes |
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No vacation home |
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In a grizzle zone, real life |
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My niggas gone, we like |
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"It's only flesh and bones." |
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Soul survivor life, a mortal fires for the fire for the stress |
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9 to 5 TV hustle, pinchin' pennies more or less |
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Wishin' Benji wore a vest, missin' Billy's school and me |
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Uncle B, Audrey, Neil |
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Urban Bobby's eulogies |
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I say a prayer Lord |
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For Isiah Lord, that you save him Lord |
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From the Devil's clutches |
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Amen Lord |
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Forgive us for our sins cause we are men and nothin' greater |
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Depends upon the pen if I don't place the sword to haters |
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Bush and Kerry both degrade us, next time |
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I'm pickin' Nader |
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Wish life, was dreams so they could pinch and wake us |
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My God |
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[Chorus] |
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I look up to the heaven's and I |
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Say somethin' that'll get me by |
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Isiah you gon' always be held down |
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With this music that I write all night |
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For them streets that I ride through every |
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Night and day I stay on the grind |
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Cause shit's hard, but I paved the way |
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My son will be alright |
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[Verse Three] |
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Underrated but still hated amidst the rubble |
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Those that meet me at glace think I be strictly trouble |
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Per chance |
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All that still will not weaken my hustle |
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Feel the weakened muscles |
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Grey hairs from past struggles, beware |
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Too quick to assume to avenge his loses |
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Ideas |
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Say I was walkin' through the holocaust with |
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Despair |
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Livin' every fear, non-cautious |
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Why care? |
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But then the reason came for the caution |
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Isiah |
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Say a prayer for my little man |
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Amen |
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And for my father to be born again |
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Cause when |
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I see the homie at the gates I may |
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Refrain |
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Not be able to wash his sins away |
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The pain |
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I am forgiven so I must forgive |
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Driven to do more than just scribble sentences with relentlessness |
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Payin' rent, makin' sense till my day is spent |
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If it's meant to be rap Lord |
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Finally say it meant |
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[Chorus] |
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I look up to the heaven's and I |
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Say somethin' that'll get me by |
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Isiah you gon' always be held down |
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With this music that I write all night |
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For them streets that I ride through every |
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Night and day I stay on the grind |
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Cause shit's hard, but I paved the way |
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My son will be alright and know that it's okay |
