Dear God, I wonder can you save me?
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I'm workin out in this world that you made G
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Homicide rapes and robberies
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When it happens in my neighborhood police they look for me
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I'm the prime suspect in the projects
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I got this fucked up rep that keeps me behind a step
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Always broke so I got this attitude
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In my lab never fool my man, this is crazy rude
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Gyros and pizza, be my lunch and dinner
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I know that I'm a sinner, but God help me out nigga
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I got problems that only death could solve
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A high school drop out, and my GED won't get me no job
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My family be callin me a loser
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Moms she's a boozer, got me livin life with no future
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The only thing that keeps me strivin is rhymin and uhh
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Bump N Grindin besides that I feel like dying
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Word to my peoples in the essence
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I send my blessings
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I know you gone, but it might be for the best
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Cuz life is full of stress
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and the projects you won't progress
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God, fuck the world, it's a mess
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Chorus: Pop Da Brown Hornet
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Dear, God, as I look into the sky
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I pray to you, and I, wonder why
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I wonder why things be the way they are
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So until then I pray for that it ends tomorr
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Verse Two: Shyheim
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I'm in another world lookin from the outside in
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A corrupt planet, operating strictly off sin
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You ask me will I miss this joint when I pass
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The world can kiss my ass, I'm staring at the hour glass
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Every day lived, is a step towards death
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It's not til you're dead that your bodies at rest
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A funeral should be a celebration, everyone embracin
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This song'll be my dedication, unto
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the Two Cent S, my cousin Duana, and Case
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Rest in peace no-one can ever take your place
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The pain is eternal
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No-one to turn to when I sit and think about you
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No longer in the physical, dealing with your spiritual essence
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You're gone but we still feel your presence
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Nothing can bring you back, black
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Still and all it's just a fact that you gone
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Dive I intox on the bar, a dagger in the heart
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For every lifeforce that gets a brand new start
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It's the harsh reality you're forced to deal with
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Another family hit crawling in a endless pit
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of sorrow, no-one's promised tomorrow
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Chorus 2X
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Verse Three: Shyheim
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(It seems like the good times vs the bad times)
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Yo I barely go to school cuz crime be on my mind
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Fuck local hits to leakers that's all in the past
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and I'm livin for the future gotta make the great cash
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(Slow down shorty, goodness come to those that wait
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If you move too fast I might be going to your wake)
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True indeed, but I got mouths to feed
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members of my family upstate in need for commisary
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And if you stressin me, gettin the, best of me
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So it seems like life is my worst enemy
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(Don't let it get to you, Shy
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Life is what you make it, you can't escape it
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play you like a bitch and just take it)
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Hell no, cuz when I'm goin, I'm goin out with style
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With two macs going to war with the other side of town
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Ain't nuttin sweet about me, Pop let them niggaz know
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I'm countin blood money, cuz I'm a thug honey
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I use the world as my zoo, I ain't no fuckin dummy
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I'm street smart, I tear a college grad apart
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(I gets amped when I think about the slave camps
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I feel the pain, use a Tec-9 to brake away the chain)
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Yo calm down big fella everything gonna be aight
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Go lookin for them blues you got a nigga wanna do right
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(Don't sweat it,just play the game of life at your best
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life is full of stress and in the projects you won't progress
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Shy fuck the world it's a mess)
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Yeah aight
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Chorus 2X
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Dear God
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Shyheim |