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Everyday somebody gets killedWhat's the deal it's 1995and a nigga wanna live the type of life that people dreamI want things, a crib, a car, while living the life of a kingI know I take for granted at times for what I gotstill hustlin' and bustlin'and now and then I stand a pop or two to come upa steady battle through the daysMamma think I'm wrong because I wanna get paidthe system aint given T-mo a chance22 on the loose and blacktrying to get the noose a little slack around my neckthey making it hard for a brother to copeit's still illegal to smoke cess cause they can't taxI'm ready to go up shit until they give my freedom back.Service to what, whoDamn, you got caught sought away outThe trait is getting full, calling up your pullbut pull aint got it.I fell cold inside likeA man sleeping on pavementUnder the bridge of I-20 westAnd stress on the face of the manCussing out the atmosphere with nobody close enough to hearAnd who dat miss they feeCuz all they personal shitIs sitting on the front lawn of Apple TreeAnd for those who aint got takeBefore the owner shows back up with the U-haulPolice you callBut wasn't no marshall there to watch your stuffSee I stand tall to this worldLike a kid walking rapping his rhymes to himselfA book on a shelf of manyMC's seen them come and goStyle free with Cool BreezeTil it's thick like dat fogStacking away my extra for a engine for tha hogDropping a point from the East>From a location out tha trees360 degrees.Born into these crooked waysI never even ask to come so nowI'm living in the daysI struggle and fight to stay aliveHoping that one day I'd earn the chance to diePallbearer to this one, pallbearer to that oneCan't seem to get a grip 'cause, my palms is sweatin' ...Niggas aint getting no where fast but, closer to the hearseWhy sunbeam burst off baskets nearly blinding me Almost dropped ma end of the casketWoodgrain and the only thang on my brainis where this coward hang(SWATS) South West Atlanta Fountain LaneForgot the batch niggah got thirty yearsLord forgive me and my foes I knowRevenge is best served when cold by thoseWho feel no guiltGod don't care whether you got a spade or notAint no turning in your playing hand you was dealtBetter tighten up your belt man, always go withThe first instinct because, I don't make the rulesOooh, you know how it is in these streetsVictims rarely get a chance to think twiceAs he laid in the final resting placeHe had such a peaceful expression in his faceMy visions blurry from cryingBut it aint hard to see thatAt any time it coulda been meIt's about 90 degrees outsideBut yet it felt like i'm frozeThe ceremonies come to a closeI toss a rose but just can't seem to walk away yetDamn I done fucked around and got upsetBut it aint nothing we can doIt's bigger than me and youOne day our time coming tooSo aint no use in being sadLeaving here was probably the best gift he ever hadWe should be gladMaybe his life was somethingThat he had to give to show meThat I need to be responsible about how I liveI won't complain about my painBut I just aint gone let my niggas die in vainSo Bean I'm gone make it for youThe cycle that these young black men keep goin throughI'm gone break it for youAnd start takin care of meAnd me consist of all my friends and my familyFrom now on, until I'm gone.Born into these crooked waysI never even ask to come so nowI'm living in the daysI struggle and fight to stay aliveHoping that one day I'd earn the chance to diePallbearer to this one, pallbearer to that oneCan't seem to get a grip 'cause, my palms is sweatin' ...more