| His autobiography had came to an end
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| With the final chapter written in blood upon the skin
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| From snakes, that was dirty as rodents
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| Therefore to a starving one, the call for hunger is potent
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| Some kids at a young age, their skull is fractured
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| Their mind store the sickest images ever captured
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| They draw pistols to resolve issues
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| To give 'em a sense of closure to expose the brain tissue
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| The shells was evidence, of a violent event
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| That left a young dealer bent, from a hundred rounds spent
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| The lifestyle, is a thousand miles from a minister
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| A small con game with something far more sinister
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| Peer pressure got him moving faster, a paradise of mutation
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| Open the gates of disaster
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| And murder is not the only cold blooded crime
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| You got fiends that’ll torture the teens to get a dime
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| Empty ya pockets, nigga, and don’t move
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| You react any other way, and they’ll prove
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| Cuz they ain’t got a problem with laying ya ass out
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| Or putting in work, so you can see what it’s about
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| Money got the flow, nigga, and don’t stop
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| Whether drugs or a hoe, nigga, stay on top
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| Cuz they don’t have a problem with running up in ya house
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| And burning it to the ground, after the shit is doused
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| I told him to save his breathe
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| Cuz he hovered on the brink of death
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| He wasn’t living right before he left
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| His life took an unexpected turn
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| For those who walked that path, here’s a lesson to learn
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| Coming from a nesting ground, of those on the growl
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| In a state of darkness, menacing on the prowl
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| Local rivals and known competitors
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| Who tried to stay clear from the, spying eyes of predators
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| On the hunt, they constantly taught persistence
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| Those with less heart, keep a respectful distance
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| The pray, no, it’s too hot, to lay in the street
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| They find shaded areas, a few feet from the heat
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| Cuz if not, then, it will be costing one
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| Who will soon evaporate under a scorching sun
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| Cuz when the drought is on, it’s little left
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| Then what lies ahead, dehydration and eventual death
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| We doing music from the heart, and not from the charts |