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Niggaz get locked down and always wanna make this shit look like
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vacation or some shit (frontin ass niggaz) like they enjoyed theyself
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Frontin ass niggaz, yo, yo, yo
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Jump off the train and the first thing that I see
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when I see the daylight, is a prison
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I guess the government is tryin to plant negative seeds
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Could it be my destiny's in the prison..
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I keep awareness, cause that's where they want us
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They put us in the projects, so projects become us
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Don't believe me? Peep the bars on the windows
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The intercoms, why we gotta live so close?
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Cops beat us up often, like C.O.'s do
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Got a problem? See the warden, when your rent is due
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We got, workout spots now built on blocks
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and ballcourts often watched by, housing cops
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I guess the streets are the teachers, the elementaries
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Then we graduate to college, get the prison degree
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That's why jails are built so, close to us
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Cause we never protest what's opposed to us
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We went from pyramids to projects
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Treated like unidentified objects
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Life's a game and the devil's makin side bets
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Drug us up but the seeds feel the side effects
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Put our backs against the wall so we can't achieve
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Pack us in so tight that we can barely breathe
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Make us feel comfortable and we don't wanna leave
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Throw us a bone, and no more do we feel the need
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to have our own, tryin to seperate our familes and
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broken homes, growin up with no identies it's - unknown
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Put us back in this world, institutionalized
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Not a pot to piss in, no solution arise
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Out the pit evadin the rent son we was born to lose
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In this world we livin in it make it hard to choose
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right from wrong if doin wrong is what pays the dues
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Life's a big mystery until we find the clues
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They wanna us locked up (locked down)
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Caged up (shut down)
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Fucked up (face down)
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Handcuffed (on the ground)
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Shit, the plan is just to have yo' ass missin
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From the womb to the tomb (from the streets to the prisons)
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They wanna us locked up (locked down)
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Caged up (shut down)
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Fucked up (face down)
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Handcuffed (on the ground)
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Shit, the plan is just to have yo' ass missin
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From the womb to the tomb (from the streets to the prisons)
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Yo, just try and understand me
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We forced to touch on what we can't see
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So close, and yet so far from where we need to be
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While society's promotin mental slavery
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They got me followin laws that don't apply to me
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Within the world, that's lovin to hate
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All our negative intentions are sealin our fate
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And the struggle can't wait cause the hustle is ongoin
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Hell, if we ain't in it already, we all goin
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Why just the other day, around the way they built another
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cage for the underage inner-city brother
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And it's like a life of crime is my demon, I feel haunted
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with, sorry Mr. Dyer but there's no help wanted
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But son gotta eat, so you know I'm back on the street
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Hustlin mines, til I get back on my feet
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But how many times I gotta repeat the same song?
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We on the edge with no choice but to hold on
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They wanna us locked up (locked down)
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Caged up (shut down)
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Fucked up (face down)
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Handcuffed (on the ground)
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Shit, the plan is just to have yo' ass missin
|
From the womb to the tomb (from the streets to the prisons)
|
|
They wanna us locked up (locked down)
|
Caged up (shut down)
|
Fucked up (face down)
|
Handcuffed (on the ground)
|
Shit, the plan is just to have yo' ass missin
|
From the womb to the tomb (from the streets to the prisons)
|
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They wanna us locked up (locked down)
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Caged up (shut down)
|
Fucked up (face down)
|
Handcuffed (on the ground)
|
Shit, the plan is just to have yo' ass missin
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From the womb to the tomb (from the streets to the prisons)
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Locked Up
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| The Reepz |
