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Lord.. Please continue to guide, direct, and protect my niggaz |
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From the world, and from themselves [Chorus: Joe Budden] |
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Lord can you please shine that light on your sons |
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They sent you a million prayers, you ain't answered near one {"Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby"} |
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It's a shame |
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I'm down on both knees, |
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Father talk to 'em please |
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All you put 'em through is pain, but will it ever cease? {"Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby"} |
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What a shame [Joell Ortiz] |
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Yowwa! What up world? |
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I'm Joell |
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Sixth floor, project door, broke bell |
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Only child, no brother, no sis |
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Moms runnin out the door to go sniff |
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My highwater pants don't fit |
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Afro growin all wild, no pic man {"Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby"} |
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Is what my teacher said for class pics |
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My pops? I don't know where he at |
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He left one day, he said he'd be back |
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The stove keep me warm in the winter |
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I'm tired of |
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Beefaroni for dinner |
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My grandmoms got a bad liver |
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I'm just watchin her fade away |
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Man, I don't know what else to say |
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So at the end of every day |
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I pray, I say [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] |
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What up world? |
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I'm the SH |
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IT I'm headed to |
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Hell in a hand-basket |
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I pop pills, abuse liquor and kill niggaz |
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When I die, |
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God ain't gon' judge, he gon' deal with us |
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That's why them reckless quotes come with my drama |
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My pops while coke-infested, cum in my momma {"Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby"} |
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I know, right? |
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For those nights that |
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I was havin them seizures |
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For those mornings that |
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I was havin trouble breathin |
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C'mon listen; |
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I was only a fo'-pound baby |
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So I grew up into grown and went fo'-pound crazy |
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Daddy was gangsta, mommy was passive |
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Boxin gloves for |
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Christmas, |
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I needed classes |
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My daddy beat our ass, that's probably why we assassins |
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But he'll do anythang for me; |
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Joey pray for me [Chorus] [Crooked I] |
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What up world? |
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I'm a lost soul |
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Challengin the devil standin at the crossroads |
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I just shot a dirty snake with my .38 |
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He shot me too, now |
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I'm waitin at the |
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Pearly Gates |
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I seen the angel |
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Gabriel and |
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I came real |
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A lame tried to kill me, so |
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I aim steel {"Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby"} |
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Ask God is that somethin that he can't feel |
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I had a six-shot popper and |
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I brought it with me |
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I put his thinkin cap somewhere he never thought it would be |
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I didn't son him, he's a daughter to me |
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Instead of hangin with thugs he's slangin drugs, shoulda got a college degree |
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But growin up in the hood'll leave your mind baffled |
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We put haters in the past like time travel |
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That's my murder story, |
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I'm past purgatory |
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I need prayer though, |
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Joey put a word in for me [Chorus] |
