| Been a lot of shit that I held back
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| But I’mma let you know now
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| Blackout, it’s gettin' dark in here
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| Turn on the light, let me see what’s in front of me
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| All of a sudden, this picture I painted just turned ugly
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| I’m tryin' to do good, but the devil’s fuckin' wit me
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| Cause I ain’t ever had no beef, but now I need some fuckin' heat
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| It seems like every time I get it I lose it
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| Get it, abuse it, and what I’m left with is useless
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| Cause three years in a row, I felt like the world was mine
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| And three years in a row, I lost it all in the blink of an eye
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| And I believe what I do’ll come back one day
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| But why am I still losin'? |
| I can’t take the pain
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| Am I to blame? |
| Please excuse me for my rotten ways
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| I’m just tryin' to do what I gots to do so I get paid
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| Get down and pray to the souls from up above
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| And hopefully my guardian angel will show me some love
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| Forgive me for my sins and all the shit that I did
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| And hopefully she won’t let it reflect onto my kid
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| + (Tony Perez)
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| (The rage of angels)
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| They say, «One day here, it’ll make sense»
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| That’s why we get high and stay bent
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| Even the rose grows from the pavement
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| Tell 'em, Tone (The rage of angels)
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| Y’all don’t know what it’s like bein' born with strikes against you
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| Only feelin' in this world is the life within you
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| You’d have to be damn near dead to see the nights I been through
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| Damn near dead to feel the wind beneath you
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| Envisionin' so much, my minds an open window
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| Where I gather all these thoughts for all your broken info
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| If seein' is believin', then there’s more to live fo'
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| My only reasonin' is breathin' and I live to just hope
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| What you know about bein' bedside next to your girl
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| On poison control, IV’s cause she can’t stand the world?
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| And what you know about no heat and no electric?
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| I sold my MP to pay the bills, I’m so pathetic
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| I wake up and go to work, back aches and my shoulders hurt
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| And what’s it worth? |
| I’m easily checked and don’t control my earth
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| Still walk these hollow grounds, bein' lost but never found
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| Say to the Lord, «I'll die for music», but there’s never sound
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| Screamin' in vain, everything be seemin' the same
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| Ask my mom, «What's the problem, why am I feelin' this way?»
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| Ask my pop, «Can you solve it?», this game, I’m bleedin' to stay
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| More then willing to give it up if I can’t live it up
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| Hand in my clutch, gun in my lap
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| Doin' a buck and some change, not knowin' where the fuck I’m at
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| I try to maintain, the pain is unstoppable
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| Put my son on my back and I maneuver through the obstacles
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| + (Tony Perez)
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| (The rage of angels)
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| They say, «One day here, it’ll make sense»
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| That’s why we get high and stay bent
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| Even the rose grows from the pavement
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| Tell 'em, Tone (The rage of angels)
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| They say, «One day here, it’ll make sense»
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| That’s why we get high and stay bent
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| Even the rose grows from the pavement
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| Tell 'em, Tone (The rage of angels)
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| 1988, pops died, middle of the night
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| Forty-six years old, middle of his life
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| My mother ain’t have a job, poppy was on his grind
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| And we ain’t got no money, so she lose her fuckin' mind
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| Lenny helped out, and that was real
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| But he had a little daughter to raise, and that’s the deal
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| My other brother, I won’t mention his fuckin' name
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| Cause he ain’t worthy of my bitterness or fuckin' pain
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| Me and my mother, all we needed was some love
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| And my brother, all he needed was his drugs
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| How could you look at us with a job, we was poor
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| It’s your mother birthday, you don’t give her a call?
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| You have two nephews and a beautiful niece
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| But they don’t think of you as Uncle, they think you deceased
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| I’m so fuckin' mad that I got a slug for you
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| But Mommy raised me better, I got love for you
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| + (Tony Perez)
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| (The rage of angels)
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| I’ll see you on the street, dog, we gonna handle it
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| One on one, beat you down and then hug you
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| Tell you I love you, daddy, but now, fuck you
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| + (Tony Perez)
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| (The rage of angels)
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| They say, «One day here, it’ll make sense»
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| That’s why we get high and stay bent
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| Even the rose grows from the pavement
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| Tell 'em, Tone (The rage of angels)
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| They say, «One day here, it’ll make sense»
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| That’s why we get high and stay bent
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| Even the rose grows from the pavement
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| Tell 'em, Tone (The rage of angels)
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| The rage of angels |