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You have to learn mercy |
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Otherwise, you will learn bad ways |
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You have been confined here, for one month already |
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But you still haven't grasped this basic principal |
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I feel sorry for you, my boy |
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I've been living in this world |
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Not knowing where |
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I'm going (knowing where I'm going) |
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This world ain't showing |
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That it's gonna get better, better (yeah, it's gonna be trouble again) |
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My days getting shorter, my nights getting longer |
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My cell getting smaller, my son getting taller |
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I exercise my mind, my body getting stronger |
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But my blood getting colder, heart getting harder |
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My chances for appeal, getting slimmer |
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My skin getting brighter, my hair getting thinner |
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See, when you stressed out, you could age fast in here (have mercy) |
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I done seen weak niggas not last a year, so before lights out |
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I write my kids every night, kiss the stamp on the kite |
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And say a prayer, |
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I hope it lands safe in this flights |
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I pray they sleep safe through the night |
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Try to teach my son right, give him some jewels |
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But it's hard to raise my boy from this visiting room |
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Many cells turned to prisoner's tombs |
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I just pray |
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I don't die in here, and last night |
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I almost cried a tear(have mercy) |
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To all my gun holders, stand up, get it |
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Cause when the killas come around, it's on |
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Bullets get blown, warn 'em and they re-up fast |
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Say some back shit, your flagship gone |
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Can't play the building no more |
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Can't hang around by the store no more |
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It's really on, you a dickhead |
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Now you a dead man with no hand |
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Now you can't believe you jammed |
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Between my six niggas, sixty years, stay in the crispy airs |
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Hundreds, blunted, we up top, switching lairs |
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Money equal power, horror equal real when borrowed |
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Ratchet barrel under your ears |
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Mean streets in the middays, they robbers, but life's so hard |
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Even the cops clutter us to starve us (have mercy) |
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The killas is star struck, look at the cars and trucks |
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Rambo guns, it's hard to get luck |
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Whether fail or a come up, your number is up |
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Period, make you bleed |
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CaesareanChop through your body, leave you right in the lobby |
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Hear me, kid? |
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Extra holes right in your derriere |
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The blitzes, the rushes'll touch something, back in the cells |
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Two days later, yup, back in them cuffs again |
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Or leaning on the customers, hustlers, my hood illustrious |
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Marvelous raps, screw on mufflers (have mercy) |
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Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh |
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It hurts my heart, to see what's going on |
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Young men dying now, children going when they're born |
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Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh whoa |
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Oh no, oh whoa, where is this world going to? |
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I don't know |
