And I'm seeking on the edge of my bed holding my head
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Trying to make this cake like a baker
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And get some bread
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My mama said hustlin' does come with fed
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Time do the crime you better be prepared
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For what comes with it the killing the court convictions
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Snorting, bitches, the snitches often they get acquitted
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While the real sent to prison, to rot away while they living
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And all because I say dope shit they on a mission
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To nail my black ass to the wall with a conviction
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I pray the Lawd hear me but really Lawd is ya listen'n
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Praying when I'm in trouble I'm speaking with forked tongue
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I say I'm out the game but I'm flinching like George Jung
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I must be in the clutches of Satan it's all warm
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My mama took you to the "root lady" to read my palm
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She puts beads on my neck saying they protecting me from harm
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But fuck this old witch, I went and got a gun
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[Hook:]
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Oh Lord, Jesus, glory
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Oh Lord
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Oh Lord, Jesus, glory
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Oh Lord
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Looking at the bezel of my Breitling
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Thinking that I used to sell raps for enlightenment
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But I got lapped by them guys selling lies for the white man
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Now I sell pies for the white man
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And my tour bus is a moving indictment
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This must be how Huey felt when the revolution failed
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And in Oakland nigga turned him on to a sack of yayo
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You know this feeling false but it feels like yeah
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I may have lost my cause but not a reason to rebel
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Revolutionary or drug dealer I'm in jail
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And the C.O.'s call me nigga either way when I'm near
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Just like they did Pac
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Just like they do Mumia
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Just like they doing to Mutulu or Assata if they see her
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And ain't no justice if it's just us in court
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For my folk and my people free Hoover free fort
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The Lord never break us if we all on one accord
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You know it
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[Hook:]
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Oh Lord, Jesus, glory
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Oh Lord
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Oh Lord, Jesus, glory
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Oh Lord
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Even as I'm standing here iceless mike is priceless
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Women with me prettier than Isis
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Don't know if she black or a white chick
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But I know this pussy and excitement
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Gonna lead to indictments
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The women and the fame put shade on enlightenment
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I don seen dark days come to many bright men
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I done seen a damn dime fine
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As a fine wine take an Einstein mind
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Leave 'em deaf dumb blind
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Fuckin with them jezebel whores
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Liars of Delilah even marrying a Pandora
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Pretty parasite she will use ya, this ain't what you used to
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Stone cold bitch she Medusa
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Dope ass pussy might make you an abuser
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You an addict not in love, boy
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Don't get it confused, bruh
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She don't need a boyfriend she just need a booster
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She the devil's pie guy
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You was fucking Lucifer
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[Hook:]
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Oh Lord, Jesus, glory
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Oh Lord
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Oh Lord, Jesus, glory
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Oh Lord
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Ghetto Gospel
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| Killer Mike |
