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I know it's crazy, |
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I know it's crazy |
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But you can't quite turn away |
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I know it's crazy, |
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I know it's crazy |
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But you can't quite turn away |
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It's foul in the street, criminal in the street |
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Little child running wild, struck down in the street |
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I'm strapped for the brawl, story of the hood |
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It was written, you can read it in the graph on the walls |
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Long as cash is involved, they blast for the cause |
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And you better break bread or you asking for war |
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Trying to come out the hood, pray for him' |
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Cuz he would put the gun down if he somehow could |
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Baby being born, teenage mother |
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Fly baby boy found laying in the dumpster? |
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She couldn't bare the load, she begged for forgiveness |
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Because it's just tears of soul |
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And the world so cold, world so bold |
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Gotta make it so my boy and baby girl, grow old |
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Hold my head 'cuz |
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I could be the nigga in the news |
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Stressed 'cuz |
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I need these figures for this food |
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I know it's crazy, |
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I know it's crazy |
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But you can't quite turn away |
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I know it's crazy, |
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I know it's crazy |
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But you can't quite turn away |
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I want a better life for my children, |
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I'm building |
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I'm voting for |
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Barack, I just hope they don't kill him |
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I'm bugging off the government, they bugging off the fact |
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That the next |
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Pres. gonna be a woman or a black |
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I'm sure what's in store, ain't cater to the poor |
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And I bet many more won't make it through the storm |
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But I take it will be strong, we face harder hard ships |
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Labeled me, low class, treat it like |
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I'm garbage |
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Still I stand tall, rising like a phoenix from the ash |
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My life tryin' ta see it if |
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I can'Cuz to me it's all |
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I have, no, |
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I wouldn't trade it |
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I just meet you on the other side, homey, if |
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I make itThat's why |
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I'm bigger on the grind |
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I'm so close to the edge, 'cuz |
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I live on the line |
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And mankind's heading for the worse |
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We gonna end the world if |
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God don't get to us first |
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I know it's crazy, |
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I know it's crazy |
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But you can't quite turn away |
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I know it's crazy, |
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I know it's crazy |
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But you can't quite turn away |
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My man just lost his job |
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And he was down three, so, now he forced to rob |
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He was good till he caught the charge |
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Trying to live that |
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American dream, a three car garage |
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Man, it's hard and it's ways to go |
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You can't run from it, 'cuz there's no place to go |
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And there's no face you know |
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And there's no cake to blow |
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And there's no space to grow |
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I know it's crazy, |
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I know it's crazy |
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But you can't quite turn away |
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I know it's crazy, |
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I know it's crazy |
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But you can't quite turn away |
