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Yeah, know what I'm sayin' Premo |
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Tell these niggas about my life, you know what I mean |
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It's been a crazy, crazy journey for me, know what I mean |
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I spend my days in a steel cage, where brothers feel rage |
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And get real with razor blades in ill ways |
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So when my cell close, my brain cells expose |
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And my pen excels to a part of hell froze |
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Inside of me was lookin' for a way out |
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Reality was tellin' me if I find a way out |
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I had to stay out, plans I had to lay out |
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In order to elevate from my identity |
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Mentally accelerate |
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I seen a lot of men break down being an inmate |
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Now I realize I couldn't make the same mistakes |
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It was real being concealed in steel gates |
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Where brothers who feel hate against another race |
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Which only indicates a snake mentality |
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These are my days of reality |
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The streets is a dirty game, my heart's still roamin' the streets |
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It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game |
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But niggas stay strapped in the hood |
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It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game |
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My heart's still roamin' the streets, they still callin' |
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It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game |
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But niggas stay strapped in the hood |
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It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game |
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My heart's still roamin' the streets |
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Often I think of my people the board |
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Denied they freedom, a mirage disappearin' before our eyes |
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We were born to strife, now living in courts decide |
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Missing their children we can feel it when our mommas cry |
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We was hustlin' but would the jury find me guilty? |
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They seen us strugglin', doin' what we have to do to ease the sufferin' |
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We know its wrong but so was havin' us freezin' |
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Left the stove on wearin' our sneakers until the soles are gone |
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We constantly holdin' on, being broke |
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And hopin' our phone is our only escape |
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And when our favorite TV shows is on shots ringin' |
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Echo in the ear before the cops came kids was everywhere |
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And women cryin' niggas goin' to jail |
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A mothers eyes fill with tears as she nears |
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Realizin' he's survivin' she exhales like Angela Bassett |
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I'm a poet amongst slums, project, crack addicts |
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It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game |
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But niggas stay strapped in the hood |
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It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game |
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My heart's still roamin' the streets, they still callin' |
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It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game |
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But niggas stay strapped in the hood |
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It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game |
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My heart's still roamin' the streets |
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I live a lonely existence, lately I've become a mathematician |
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As I divide my friends with phony niggas I confide in God |
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As for sins may He forgive 'em if you have dreams |
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They can be achieved never give up |
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Look at me, once a convicted felon, once addicted to sellin' |
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The substance which corrupted many men in my era |
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I stood in awe at the dope fiends drove by those caught in the coke game |
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Some proper, some locked up, some sold claim |
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The main team wanted the shine |
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Streets so alive I felt the air breathe not only did I misplace time |
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I could remember as an inmate at Midstate I stayed in the law library |
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Some chose to lift weight, fine |
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As if they content with they time, they strip us at the visit |
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Limit our education, ridicule us niggas, modern enslavement |
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Even though I'm out of the cages |
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I'm the voice of the soldier in the yard with the banger |
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It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game |
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But niggas stay strapped in the hood |
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It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game |
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My heart's still roamin' the streets, they still callin' |
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It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game |
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But niggas stay strapped in the hood |
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It's a damn shame, the streets is a dirty game |
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My heart's still roamin' the streets, the streets, the streets |