Everyday somebody gets killed

What's the deal it's 1995

And a nigga wanna live the type of life that people dream

I want things, a crib, a car, while living the life of a king

I know i take for granted at times for what i got

Still hustlin' and bustlin'

And now and then i stand a pop or two to come up

A steady battle through the days

Mamma think i'm wrong because i wanna get paid

The system aint given t-mo a chance

22 on the loose and black

Trying to get the noose a little slack around my neck

They making it hard for a brother to cope

It's still illegal to smoke cess cause they can't tax

I'm ready to go up shit until they give my freedom back.



Service to what, who

Damn, you got caught sought away out

The trait is getting full, calling up your pull

But pull aint got it.

I fell cold inside like

A man sleeping on pavement

Under the bridge of i-20 west

And stress on the face of the man

Cussing out the atmosphere with nobody close enough to hear

And who dat miss they fee

Cuz all they personal shit

Is sitting on the front lawn of apple tree

And for those who aint got take

Before the owner shows back up with the u-haul

Police you call

But wasn't no marshall there to watch your stuff

See i stand tall to this world

Like a kid walking rapping his rhymes to himself

A book on a shelf of many

Mc's seen them come and go

Style free with cool breeze

Til it's thick like dat fog

Stacking away my extra for a engine for tha hog

Dropping a point from the east

>from a location out tha trees

360 degrees.



Born into these crooked ways

I never even ask to come so now

I'm living in the days

I struggle and fight to stay alive

Hoping that one day i'd earn the chance to die

Pallbearer to this one, pallbearer to that one

Can't seem to get a grip 'cause, my palms is sweatin' ...



Niggas aint getting no where fast but, closer to the hearse

Why sunbeam burst off baskets nearly blinding me

Almost dropped ma end of the casket

Woodgrain and the only thang on my brain

Is where this coward hang

(swats) south west atlanta fountain lane

Forgot the batch niggah got thirty years

Lord forgive me and my foes i know

Revenge is best served when cold by those

Who feel no guilt

God don't care whether you got a spade or not

Aint no turning in your playing hand you was dealt

Better tighten up your belt man, always go with

The first instinct because, i don't make the rules

Oooh, you know how it is in these streets

Victims rarely get a chance to think twice



As he laid in the final resting place

He had such a peaceful expression in his face

My visions blurry from crying

But it aint hard to see that

At any time it coulda been me

It's about 90 degrees outside

But yet it felt like i'm froze

The ceremonies come to a close

I toss a rose but just can't seem to walk away yet

Damn i done fucked around and got upset

But it aint nothing we can do

It's bigger than me and you

One day our time coming too

So aint no use in being sad

Leaving here was probably the best gift he ever had

We should be glad

Maybe his life was something

That he had to give to show me

That i need to be responsible about how i live

I won't complain about my pain

But i just aint gone let my niggas die in vain

So bean i'm gone make it for you

The cycle that these young black men keep goin through

I'm gone break it for you

And start takin care of me

And me consist of all my friends and my family

From now on, until i'm gone.



Born into these crooked ways

I never even ask to come so now

I'm living in the days

I struggle and fight to stay alive

Hoping that one day i'd earn the chance to die

Pallbearer to this one, pallbearer to that one

Can't seem to get a grip 'cause, my palms is sweatin' ...


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