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[Z-Ro] Of course |
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I'm thankful for another day, my |
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Lord I can't lie |
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But everytime |
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I wake up, seem like one of my people gotta die |
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Anthrax poisoning, |
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Hussein and them blew up the |
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Trade Center |
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Summer, Fall, |
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Spring, Winter, people in the projects getting thinner |
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Barely enough government cheese, left to feed the rats |
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But we gotta get it how we live, and how we live is selling crack |
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How we live is kicking doors, how we live is pimping whores |
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How we live is what we do, so we don't live like this no more |
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How we live is wrapping em up, sipping on my weight to receive |
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An overloaded |
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Houston Texas, niggaz make they own bleed |
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Every night another murder scene, that could of been prevented |
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But the truth is we most def, and the last soul tormented |
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Every now and then |
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I duck my head, up in the sunday service |
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That's the only place where 5-0, won't burst us bust us |
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Nigga they don't love us, they wanna relocate us to the |
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Penn We wanna do right, but all we see is sin [Hook] |
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In this land, we need you |
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Jesus Lord have mercy, we need shelter in the time of storm |
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Uh-huh, well, well, well [Z-Ro] |
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Yeah, Rosta fall right help me, help me |
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All the young picking them, living in a rush just to get wealthy (wealthy) |
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And in the ghetto, we struggle or we hustle til we bubble |
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On top, eliminating competition when we buck shot |
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Don't press that new, but a new clear shot |
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Fire, fire, fire, fire (fire) |
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Too many sickness and disease, under attack from overseas |
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Mighty job me and for |
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God, please come save the day |
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If I should die before |
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I wake, me leave a blessing for the people today |
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Mighty job me and for |
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God upon you, take this pain away [Hook x2] [Z-Ro] |
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Now I lay me, down to sleep |
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I pray the |
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Lord keep my body, as my enemies creep |
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Don't wanna be another statistic, living through c.d.'s |
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Either the graveyard or max. security, prison you'll see |
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G Look at the homie's little girl, she ain't nothing but sixteen |
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Trying to support three kids, so she stay coming out her jeans |
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Getting pimped, by somebody that still live with they mama |
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But that's the only way she know, to get away from all the drama |
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As for books, the mind is a terrible thing to waste |
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As for crooks, the line is a terrible thing to taste |
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Ask them niggaz that don bit the bullet, but they still here |
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My nigga we ain't seen |
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God befo', but we still fear |
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I asked him for a plexing, and he sent me |
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Eugene Now |
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I got two cars, a crib and everyday |
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I dress clean |
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But it ain't no love, they wanna put a nigga in the |
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Penn I wanna do right, but all |
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I see is sin [Hook x2] |