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* - a different version is on The Swarm Vol. 1
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[Myalansky]
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This goes out to all my cats in the projects
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Just livin it, still livin it
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Thru the rough times and the bad times,
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the crimes, where was heaven
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Must be somewhere here, though, for real
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I never seen the place
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Maybe some place you got when you die
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An ordinary cat from outer projects, since I was younger though
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Mom raised her children, pops dipped a long time ago
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In my mind I see flashbacks, I had no fancy clothes
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Skinny, ugly, knotty head nigga crying with a snotty nose
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Even though my father neglect, he pay the child support
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Hadn't seen him all these years, I hug his ass in court
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Always saying I'm comin to get you and I be waitin too
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Holiday and birthday presents was never comin through
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Remember at the age 13 I started smokin weed
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Hanging out with cats that was older, start to run the street
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Dropped out of high school selling drugs, impressin chicks
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Spent most my cheddar on gear, my man was buyin whips
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New York, Jamaican, Miami niggaz, flooded Virginia quick
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Cause signin work only if buying, prices was high as shit
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Remember when I first got hit, I seen the iron spit
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50 cash bent in one corner bleeding where pellet hit
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My man Shawn, he held on strong
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Slug burn through his lower back side, crack his spine exit his arm
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Lost him twice on the hospital table and when he died I cried my eyes out
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I couldn't take it (damn damn), but the same things continued to happen
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Niggaz got bust, I'm a kid with a grown man's mind turning corrupt
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Playing innocent in front of my elders
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I was running with them cats that be robbing too, I couldn't tell 'em
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If my name was up in any type trouble, my moms would tell me
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Just like you brothers into some shit go get a job or something
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Just a little bum on the street, not working hard for nothing
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Scratch I made when I was pumpin, I'm here to offer somethin
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Making sure the crib stay tight, for real I wasn't no dummy
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Tell me where you getting this money, I wash a cop be lying
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Saying anything 'sides drugs selling, my sister seen me on the block
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Transact' with fiends, be saying I'ma tell it
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Growing up was hell no doubt, I wonder where was heaven
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(women singing in the background)
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Shit, it's like yesterday, you know?
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It all comes back though, but still
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But still livin on the block, but still fucked up
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You know? Crime affiliated, Crime Syndicate
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Whatever you wanna call it
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You know what I'm sayin? Affiliated with the bad shit
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All the time just cuz I'm a victim of the projects
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Now I'm a grown man, still It's like life dealt me the wrong hand
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Cat's that was my man be frontin' or either found dead
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Sound said incarcerated just turned a new Dad
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Remembering them long ten months from slingin crack bags
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Mom put me out with the quickness, carry your black ass
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I'm still coming back to the crib, oh so you back? yeah
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Ma' I just came to holler to see how you doing
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Nothing's changed after all these years
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Still hustle for some gear, smoke weed, still drink beers
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I tell you from my heart, yo, 'times I'm like yeah
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(women start singing again)
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I wonder if heaven was a place in this planet
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You'd find me right there.
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Where was heaven.
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Where Was Heaven
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| Wu-Syndicate |
