| Days going by, I’m losing friends
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| You never know when it’s gon' end
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| Some in the pen, some underground
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| Souls that are lost, hope they are found
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| If heaven’s a place, I hope that they’re there
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| Wherever they are, they know that I care
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| It’s coming for me, so I get prepared
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| Look in my eyes, the fear isn’t there
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| 'Cause I been aware, I live in the shadows
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| The valley of death, where I do my battle
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| One day I’m a lose and then I’ll be gone
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| I’m making these songs, so that I live on
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| Death is like, it’s a crazy thing and I’m gonna talk about it
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| And my mom, she…
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| She feared for me and my brothers because we seen more death that she’s seen in
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| her sixty-something years…
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| I miss Mikey cause, that’s the way it is
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| You start to lose your friends and you don’t wanna live
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| You gotta give it time, and the pain will pass
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| I miss Walker and Camu and the homie Poo
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| In the days past and days to come
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| You got to live your life and make each day your favorite one
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| In the days past and days to come
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| You got to live your life
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| You’re put on this Earth for however long
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| It favors the weak and never the strong
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| They say it’s a game, so I play along
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| Some say I’m king, some say I’m pawn
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| Live from the soul to the break of dawn
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| You never know the day you’ll be gone
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| No matter the odds, I’m taking 'em all
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| Some say I’m right, some say I’m wrong
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| Wanna escape the path that you’re on?
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| Erasing the pain by waving a wand
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| Some roll a J, some hit the bong
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| I let the beat play, then I make a song
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| You know, niggas is smoking and drinking and all feeling the same pain
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| And we come from a culture where it’s not, it’s not all the way legit to share
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| your feelings, so some of us don’t even know how to connect on that level,
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| you know?
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| And I feel like sometimes that’s the even, like the main, the reason that I got,
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| I got married, is because I wanted to have the homies in, in dress-up for
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| something that wasn’t a funeral for once, 'cause the only time we wear these
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| fucking clothes and these fucking shoes and these shirts and these ties is,
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| shit, is when when motherfuckers get put in the ground. |
| Or for a court day,
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| where a motherfucker get hit with numbers. |
| Like, what the fuck man? |
| You know?
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| And then through all this shit, that’s all, you know, death is a normal point,
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| like everybody goes through that shit. |
| Like on top of the fucking police
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| fucking with you, on top of bitches ass niggas fucking with you, on top of,
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| you know what I’m sayin', your pops not being there or someplaces your mom and
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| your father not being there and they throw it all on you. |
| Uh, you go:
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| ''You know, have a nice life''
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| STRAAANGE! |
| Music |