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zuò cí : Dean, Jordan, Okuribido |
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... it' s a new day... ya know what |
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I' m sayin'? |
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A new day, brings a new problem to a brother |
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And all I gots ta say is thank |
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God for my mother |
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Cause without my mommy dear my life would' ve been joke |
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Either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope |
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The lord he had a plan for me |
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And with his help, my mother made a man of me |
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Didn' t blindfold me to the world we was livin' in |
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Taught me how to save my little dividends |
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So when I graduated |
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I' d have a little school money |
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But in the sixth grade |
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I wanted to be the school dummy |
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And flunked outta school with the flag pole |
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And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul |
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Because my mother worked the fingers to the bone |
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Cause we was alone, and me |
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I bought a death home |
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My real pops he broke out with the style |
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So I respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga' s child |
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So now we livin' comftable |
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Taught me the game and how to be responsible |
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But back then |
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I couldn' t see it |
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I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid' s leavin' |
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And ended up in a big fight |
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And told me not to come home until |
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I got my shit right |
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So now I' m livin' in my grandma' s home |
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My grandma' s strong, she' s got nine kids of her own |
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And keepin' me ain' t no big deal |
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But now that |
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I' m much older |
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I see just how the shit feels |
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Being kindhearted, not wantin' to tell me no |
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Even though my grandfather just had a stroke |
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And now the money' s low |
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And pretty soon a brother' s gonna have ta go |
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Or either try to find a job so |
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I can help out |
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I' m in the ghetto, |
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I gots ta get myself out |
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And when I get out |
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I gotta try to pave the way |
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So my family can have a better place to stay |
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I' m losin' all hope, a brother' s fallin' short |
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I can' t cope, so now |
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I' m slangin' dope |
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And now my granny knows |
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I' m doin' wrong |
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She just prayin' for me heavily |
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Take care of her grandson |
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And the lord must of heard her prayer |
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Cause he made me get a grip |
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And got me on up outta there |
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I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya |
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You couldn' t have told me nothin' back then |
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But now I feel ya... |
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I' m eighteen, and now |
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I' m havin' big fun |
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My baby' s mother just had my first son |
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May eleven, |
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I never will forget the day |
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A star' s born, let' s name him little scarface |
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My first born and yo |
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I' m a proud father |
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I gotta son, |
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I gots ta be my son' s father |
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And sellin dope ain' t the way that |
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I can get ahead |
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But what the hell, |
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I gots ta keep my baby fed |
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I buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part |
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And he' s my son, |
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I gots ta try to make him hard |
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I buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka toys |
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Because the tonka toys will only punk my boy |
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And I don' t want my son to look at life |
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Through a replica of reality tryin' to make it lifelike |
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But yet and still |
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I let my son be a kid |
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Just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did |
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So when he gets to be a man he' ll appreciate |
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The game I gave him way back when he used to roller skate |
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And now my son is four years old |
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I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father' s role |
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Because these years he' ll remember most |
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So it' s all about little marcus and me becomin' close |
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But I got a buncha obstacles |
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If it ain' t my line of work it' s the girlies on my popsicle |
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Now everybody' s got my baby |
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Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy" it' s your daughter, don' t she look like you? " |
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I just can' t tell, why don' t you take it to ma momma do |
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Because my mother knows the real deal |
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All these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal |
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So now we in and outta cope |
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Tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support |
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Tellin' her friends that she' s breakin' me |
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Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g |
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Come to find out, the girl never had me |
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She' s the baby' s mother but me |
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I ain' t the baby' s daddy |
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And biological tests can prove |
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You gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude |
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But now I finally got a real daughter |
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No need for the testin' |
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I know that |
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I' m the baby' s father |
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I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya |
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You couldn' t have told me nothin' back then |
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But now I feel ya... |
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I feel ya... |
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Now I' m twentytwo and finally got a grip on life |
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It' s nineteen ninetythree, |
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I put away my pocket knife |
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And got a bigger stick to fight with |
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I' m young and black so my choice ain' t a nightstick |
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Because we livin' in a concentration set |
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And everyday, we face to face with death |
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I seen my homies go and come |
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And judgement day is just somethin we can' t run from |
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So I know my number' s comin' up |
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So I gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up |
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And even though |
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I hate killin' off my own kind |
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I gotta be a man and as a man |
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I' m a defend mine |
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My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace |
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Don' t fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast |
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So united we stand but we gonna fall quick |
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Because we always tryin to take another brother' s shit |
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And the cops is in the same vote |
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Just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope |
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They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain' t sparkin' goods |
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They shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood |
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And now the story' s all twisted up |
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And if they gave the cop the chair |
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I really wouldn' t give a |
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Because she left my partner' s family with memories |
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And after hearin' this |
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I know you don' t remember me |
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But yet in still |
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I find it hard for me to stay in touch |
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I see his parents and then |
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I started breakin' up |
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Because I know what you did was wrong |
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But you won' t realize until you dead and gone |
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It ain' t no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning |
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You straight up shot him from behind |
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But all the cryin' in the world ain' t gonna bring him back |
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You give a gat to a black he don' t know how to act |
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But you gotta tell your story to the judge |
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Not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves |
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And if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness |
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Then in reality you took care of your business |
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But regardless |
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I know you wanna kill me |
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But I ain' t goin' out like dat |
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Ya feel me?... yeah |