[Big L]
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Aiiyyo, some people was born in heaven
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with a silver spoon in they mouth
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and had everything handed to them on a silver platter
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and never had to work hard for nothing
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(Pause)
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Then there are some people that was born in the opposite world
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of those that was born in heaven, which is called hell
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and had to work hard for everything they got
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and never had nothing handed to them... and never will
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[1st Verse]
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I'm only at the age of 10
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And life already seems to me like it's heading for a dead end
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Cause my moms be smoking mad crack
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My dad went out for a fast snack, and never brought his ass back
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Nobody knows how I feel, it's quite ill
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Cause I had to steal to fill my stomach with a nice meal
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Too ashamed to walk the streets
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Wearing the same cheap sneaks and dirty outfits for weeks
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Even my holidays got damaged
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Cause on Christmas I asked Santa for a father and a hot sandwich
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I just can't take it (uh-huh, uh-huh)
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And every day I ask myself, 'how will I make it?'
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[Chorus]
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It seems like my life's been cursed
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Ever since I was a child, and how will I make it?
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I won't, that's how
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I walk around with a frown; I got no reason to smile
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And how will I make it?
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I won't, that's how
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Aiiyyo times was rough, I had to grow up foul
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And how will I make it?
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I won't, that's how
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I always knew that I'd end up doing time on the Isle
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And how will I make it?
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I won't, that's how
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[2nd Verse]
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Five years passed by, now I'm at the age of 15
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No more fun and games, it's time to get cream (word up)
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Cause I'm about to burst, it's like my life was cursed
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I went to church, prayed everyday
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And it still got worse
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Soon I ran into a couple of guns
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Started stalking the streets, slate robbing suckers for funds (give it up, give it up)
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Now everyday I creep with the heat
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Ain't nothing sweet, I rob for meat
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If I don't steal I don't eat
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Then I lost control and started going too far
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Robbed this brother named Umar
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Then got snatched by the blue car
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Where I grew up it was a living hell
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Then I started to realize a¢æ¡° I'm better off in a prison cell
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Now I can sleep, now I can eat
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Can't hit skins, but I wasn't hitting skins when I was in the street
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Aiiyyo I just can't take it
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And every day I ask myself, 'how will I make it?'
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[Chorus]
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[3rd Verse]
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Doing time was full of stress G, all the
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Fighting's and stabbings and men finding men sexy
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One tried to test me didn't find it humorous
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Beat him with a pillowcase filled with cans of tuna fish
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My time came to a cease; I'm back on the streets again
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I hope I don't get snatched by the beast again
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But it's getting crazy hectic
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Cause I'm broke, get up naked
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And can't get a job cause of my jail record
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Before you know it, I was robbing them same ducks
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I even started robbing homeless folks for they change cups
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My whole life was deserted
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Either I'ma go back to jail or get murdered, but do I deserve it?
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All I tried to do was live the one life that I got
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But it seems like I can't get a fair shot (word up)
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I just can't take it (uh-huh)
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And every day I ask myself, 'how will I make it?'
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[Chorus]
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[Big L]
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Word up man, it's real rough out here man
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In the ghetto, all you can wish for is a better tomorrow
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It ain't getting no better, it's only getting worse, word up...
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How Will I Make It?
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| Big L |
