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When I came to you there on that cold
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telephone pole horror of the night
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and you came out to meet me
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and then tell me things and sit down on the porch swings
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<9th Prince>
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Congratulations you coming home next month
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Humble as a monk
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We celebrate with Crystal and skunk
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The family's large
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It's hard being God
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Still take charge come home to a massage
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A line of credit cards with a Land Cruiser parked in the garage
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And trying to make up for the times when you was gone
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Being locked up while my heart was torn
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You wrote me letters
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Telling me when you come home things will be much better
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I mailed you a pair of Tims for a Wu-Wear sweater
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Up in the penal dipped (?) for the weather
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In difficult times it's hard to maintain
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I strive to live in the shelter that blocks out the rain
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And that rain is pain
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For stress on the brain will have a nigga insane
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Forced to stay awake
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Late nights it's hard to sleep
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When I peek
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Cause the kitchen's chopped up (?) they be trying to creep on me
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Mental explosion when I meditate over by Taca Lake
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Thoughts remain calm like the ocean
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Puff a little war potion
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Everything relates to emotion
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When I stare at the stars surrounded by trees
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Sometimes I feel like a fallen leaf
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Blown away by wind realities
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Strong breeze, but you're free
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I took the block off the horn
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So let knowledge be born
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Blood brothers forever
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Killa B's on the swarm
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<Chorus>
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<Killa Sin>
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Dom P's (?) past, guns blast
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I recollect on the past
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On how we ran wild together
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Chasing cash and ass
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Small time thing
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Managing stings for nugget rings
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Went back far like acorn fights on modern swings
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Kingpin style, juveniles raised with major flav
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Tenth grade came went on our own and severed ways
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Never realized Poppy would die or leave my side
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Homicide never
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I visualize better
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You live forever in my heart son
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Mentally dunn we roll together
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No years past I still hear blasts as guns flashed
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My nigga run fast he sumble to a lifeless crash
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On the concrete my leg felt weak
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I couldn't eat let alone sleep
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This shit is way beyond bone deep
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Now I sip beers
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Shed a few tears with our peers
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Play the rears
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Do the knowledge through glares and cold stares
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Yo it's hard kid
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I swear to my unborn this war's going on
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Veterans taking falls to young pawns
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But I stay strong and try to move on
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And live life to the fullest
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Rest in peace to the God who took a bullet
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<Chorus>
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Full Moon
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