| How I keep from going under, nah mean?
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| It’s wild out here
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| They wonder why niggas smoke so much weed
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| Drink so much Henny (How I keep from going under)
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| It’s crazy. |
| Getting crazy, nah mean?
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| Yo, I’m from where the days are short and the nights are long
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| And when I’m stressed out, I’ll write a song
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| And analyze the right from wrong, I speak for half a million
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| That fight like Israelis and Palestinians
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| You dark enough? |
| Watch the trees you barking up
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| Dunn, they even locked Sharpton up, now that’s some other shit
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| The government is scandalous and try to cover shit
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| I’m on some CNB, «keep on, my brother"shit
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| There’s a lot of pain in this grain that we go against
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| Life’s a dirty game, you either play a ho or pimp
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| We the crack cats switching up the product
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| And every week or two, another school getting shot up
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| Little niggas turning killer at an early age
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| Sending other little niggas to an early grave
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| They always say that the good die young, specially in the hood I’m from
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| Feel me
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| It’s like a Jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
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| How I keep from going under
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| How I keep from going under
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| (Ooh, child things are gonna get easier)
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| It’s like a Jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
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| How I keep from going under
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| How I keep from going under
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| (Child, things gon' get brighter)
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| It’s like a Jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
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| How I keep from going under
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| How I keep from going under
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| (Ooh, child things are gonna get easier)
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| It’s like a Jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
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| How I keep from going under
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| How I keep from going under
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| (Child, things gon' get brighter)
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| Yo, I don’t know where to start, so I will where I am
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| Sometimes in this world, I don’t know where I stand
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| I’m just trying to make bread and share with the fam
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| And do what I gotta do take care of my fam, look
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| One minute yo, getting ready for tour
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| Next minute yo, out here getting ready for war
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| The news be giving me the blues like BB King
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| The thrill is gone, man, this life ain’t no easy thing
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| If it ain’t one struggle, it’s a-motherfucking-nother
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| Everyday my sister having beef with mother
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| Sometimes I say, «Fuck it, Dray, why even bother?»
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| I’m still trying to work this shit out with my father
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| My old lady say I stress too much
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| A lot of shit be on the brain, I don’t rest too much
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| I guess, living in the Jungle got me uptight
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| Trying to figure out a plan that got me up nights, man
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| It’s like a Jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
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| How I keep from going under
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| How I keep from going under
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| (Ooh, child things are gonna get easier)
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| It’s like a Jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
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| How I keep from going under
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| How I keep from going under
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| (Child, things gon' get brighter)
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| It’s like a Jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
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| How I keep from going under
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| How I keep from going under
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| (Ooh, child things are gonna get easier)
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| It’s like a Jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
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| How I keep from going under
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| How I keep from going under
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| (Child, things gon' get brighter)
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| Yo, biggidi bill collectors, they ring my phone
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| And scare my wife, when I’m not home (dah)
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| I swear to God, these times is hard but I ain’t giving in
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| I’m trying to get to Heaven and out this Hell I’m living in
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| And can’t no man stop me, why, it’s obvious
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| They even gon' lock me up or pop me up
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| We smoke weed and spill Henny
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| They killed, but they ain’t gon' kill Timmy
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| Diggity McVeigh, I giggity gas stay
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| Was trying to say, «Fuck my people,"in direct-ly
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| I say, «Fuck you,"you can get touched too
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| Cause niggas in the hood, they gon' do what they must do
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| We hustle, we just trying to get by
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| Every day, yo, we talk shit and get high
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| Understand, Life’s A Bitch then you die
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| But real niggas never die, only multiply
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| Feel me
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| Sometimes, it’s gonna get hard
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| 'Fore it to get easier
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| Look forward, son
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| It’s gonna get brighter |