[Intro: sample]
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I know how tough it is *gunshot*
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[Killah Priest]
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My life flashes, I'm eight years old, my face stares cold
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At the pastor, as he picks up the robe
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He reads a chapter, his voice is like, grabbin' my soul
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The seeds turn blacker and finally it fades out slow
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The hearing after, a whole brand new screen show
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I hear laughter, it's my birthday, I'm eighteen years old
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I'm on gates between Monroe, eight fiends and young hoes
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The flake dreams with gun blows, wake screams and blunt rose
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Up, they lit it, some hit it, I'm drunk
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So much, that I can't see straight
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Another flash, I'm in a fancy place
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A waiter walks over, hands me a plate
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I trance it to escape, but it's too late
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I shoot my casket, my moms screamin' bastard
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Ya'll know who killed them, filled them with them lugers
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Ruger, you God damn hoodlums
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But it's too late, I see the king in the New Jerusalem
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I can touch the gates
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[Chorus 2X: Savoy]
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Time keep on ticking
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Stay focused, ain't no time for politicking
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Got to keep our young brothers out of prison
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Every day, I dream it feels like a nation, listen
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[Killah Priest]
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Was this my fate, to be judged in this place
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Angels watchin' me, I step up to plead my case
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I see his face in black space, okay let me back space
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Somethin' went front between that gat and my waste
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Somethin' went wrong between the slow reaction when they were clappin' my way
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Is this the judgment, the place where every thug has been
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After hearin' gun fire, and slugs go in
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Are you the chosen, or the one known as the omen
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The gates are open, I wanna know where I'm going
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Is this the place I was destined to come, I slept in the slums
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Next to a bum, saw death pestilence and guns
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I was born cold naked and young
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Mouth open, rings slashin' off of cardboard, wettin' my tongue
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We prayed for the shepherd to come
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I was called a monster, I was a youngster
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Crawlin' out the dumpster, toes were bloody, clothes we muddy
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Eyes were crummy, peeped to the skies above me
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Cried I'm ugly, found out this life don't love me
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Despised by the country, paralyzed in my one knee
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Talked to the most high, Priest, hug me, real, real
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Interlude: Savoy]
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No, no, no, no, no, no, no
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Priesthood, Savoy Murda
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G-13, what's poppin', oh, no, no, no
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No, it's real, it's real
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It's real, just sing it when it's real
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It's real, it's real, it's real, it's real
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[Chorus 2X]
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Time
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