| I haven’t smoked a sweet in 27 days
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| When I’m under pressure, I feel it’s necessary to blaze
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| And I’m asking Jesus what can I do, anytime I go and pray
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| This world is killing me slowly, my hair is growing gray
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| I remember not too long ago, bumping given the bums
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| Now in 99, I’m struggling to live in the slums
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| I’m not use to the lavish shit, no water no food or no phone
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| Highly invested and filthy, nigga this is my home
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| Bout ready to give up the ghost, but only cowards give up the fight
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| But how can I teach my son to read and write, if there’s no lights
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| What does it take to get a piece, of the motherfucking American pie
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| When white folks stab you in your back, before they stare in your eye
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| Working on my last nerve, and what give a motherfucker the nerve
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| To think that he’s better, cap in my face
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| With a Lexus and Benz, let me run and go chase my cheddar
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| You see the title is overdue, but they deny me my throne
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| I must be a foreigner to this place, this world is not my home
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| This world is not my home, I’m just-a passing through
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| My treasures are laid out, somewhere beyond the blue
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| The angels beckon me, from heaven’s open doors
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| And a nigga can’t feel at home, in this world no more
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| Feel at home, in this world no more
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| I try to leave it to the Lord, to judge the living
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| I just hope I’m one of the sons forgiven, when it’s time to make decisions
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| For the scandalous life I’m living, breaking ties for riches
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| Ain’t no friends in bidness, nothing but lies and snitches
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| Deep in the mind of mischief, money making motivates crime
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| Soldiers fighting the war blind, or destined to lose everytime
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| Live by the pain I’ve seen the flames trapped, more lives than you could believe
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| My back are facts of scars, of all the times I’ve been deceased
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| It’s forever, Guerilla until I die
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| When I’m dead and gone, mama don’t you cry
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| I know, it’s too much pain involved
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| But you gotta be the one, to keep my alive
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| They wanna see me leave, but they better believe
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| I’m not going out, without a fight
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| Everybody wanna charge it to the game
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| Cause I be living the fame, and I’m on top
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| Of the game, stop yelling my name
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| And gon leave me alone, you better get gone
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| I don’t wanna get the chrome, you better go on get away
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| Hollin' out what’s the deal, all because of my skills
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| And now you claim you real, you better sit back and chill
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| Lord knows, that I’m just passing through
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| And they be the ones, that’ll be making me do
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| Thangs, even though I think sometimes I’m wrong
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| I gotta hold my own, so I can roll on
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| Everyday that goes by, it gets harder
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| I only try to survive, the pain
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| Can someone, please explain
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| Why it’s driving me insane
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| Cause the more hope, the more brain
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| The more light, the more change
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| The more it stays the same
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| (I know you heard we guerillas
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| But I really just, can’t take no more
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| Everybody proceed, to show me love
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| Therefor this world, is not my home
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| Why do they wanna see me go
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| Man I done been through enough
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| But I know the Lord’s, gon take care of me
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| When I get up above)
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| Peep this, they try to tell me that the world was lovely
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| But otherwise, they be trying to fuck with me
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| But I keep my eyes open and lovely
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| I be balling, can’t even be approaching me
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| Ready to slap motherfuckers, that be approaching me
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| These hoes ain’t fin, to get close me
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| And land in my house, eating my groceries
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| Demons be trying, to test a G
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| When all the anger and pain, been stressing me
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| But I just can’t let it, get the best of me
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| I ask the Lord to guide and bless a G
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| Even though I done, and lived the dirt wrong
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| I’m making a jack, cause the world ain’t my home
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| Everybody wanna see when you fall
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| Especially, when you done worked so damn hard
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| So I watch em, with they schemes and plots
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| Wanna try to come, and take what I got
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| Infrared dots, on they fat ass knots
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| And make it sho', that the enemy come to a stop |