the making Live and let live, live and let die Die and forgive, never ask why You were born, born as a stranger You were born, born in a different
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in the making Live and let live, live and let die Die and forgive, never ask why You were born, born as a stranger You were born, born in a different
circles in my 9th grade dealin' cocaine Too many hassels in my local lights, survivin' the strain And a man without a focused life could drive him insane Stuck inside a
Still wandering, tryna find your place Playin' the game, I see pain on your face Nowadays the yiddin, like children sold as slaves Strange ways running through the maze Strange
me, I'm a g, from the southside of the T You and me, baby, let's get a room for the hour Get high as a tower, bust a nut and hit the showers You gone
Cock the shit back in a calm like motion No signs of anger or fear 'cuz you the one in danger Never share your plans with a stranger, word is born I
them we equal Don't look at me as a stranger, I'm one of your own We was rised in concrete and grew as a rose Still I rise, but never get a chance to
since the old school years of elementary Niggaz I used to love, enclosed in penitentiaries But still homie keep it real, how does it feel To lose your life, over somethin' that you did as a
it), bout it bout it, fuck a fork tongue cutlury, the fuckery is famous, never wild shook but a slang that maybe alienated a couple strangers, held a
is rendered crimson by bloodshed in a searing storm of slaughter. (Wounded, dying, my flesh rent by weapons no human ever forged or wielded, I am beckoned forward by a strange
gotta be the paper cause niggas is acting strange I wake up to (momma missing? ) head throbbing heart full of rage Urine dirty from haze as strong as
face Play this a lot smarter {Joe Mafia} Low avalanche, wobblely stance, ask for rain dance We the same cats blazing your lab Wu-Capone with a love
to find your place Playing the game I see pain on your face now a day's the yiddin like children sold as slaves Strange ways running through the maze, strange
my mind is lifted an obscuring veil, a veil induced by sorcerous arts, and I realize I have been merely a vassal of another's twisted will, a pawn in a
