Lord, its a constant struggle (down here)
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Specially when all you know how to do is hustle (down here)
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Lord, its a miracle I'm still breathing (down here)
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Lord, its a battefield (down here)
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Lord, its easy to get killed (down here)
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So I keep my family near me (down here)
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And keep my bulletproof vest on
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Thank you, Lord, for making teflon (down here)
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Cause the ghetto has a way of manipulating the children
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Tricking them into believing that life has no meaning
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Down Here, Down Here
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Lord, if you see my grandmother (up there)
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Tell her I know she's disappointed in me
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Hates to see me in and out of jail
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But tell her life ain't as heavenly here as it is (up there)
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I know its probably lovely (up there)
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But tell her I ain't in no rush to get (up there)
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So I keep my pistols off safety
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At all cost I got to protect and feed these babies
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As they lay and spit hell
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Keeping my black ass from coming (up there)
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So I'm thankful everyday
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And pray my enemies, don't roll down on me
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And send me kicking and screaming (up there)
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ohhhhh ohhhhhh yeah ohhhhh ooo ohhh hmmmmmmm
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To my peoples trying to make it from (down here)
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To my peoples who done made it (up there)
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To my peoples trying to make it to (up there)
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From (down here)
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Down Here Up There
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Lyfe |