( Master P )
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Sometimes i feel like we all losin
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We probly was born losas ya know what im sayin?
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They tell us to make a change and all
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we make a change try to do the right thing
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and they still treat us like criminals
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And they'll treat us like...
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like we dont mean nothin to society
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you know.... like....like if you black you just be
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(chorus)
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They say your never gonna change
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think that your gonna stay the same
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your beein the one that they blame
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Lord, how can i explain
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knockin you from ?????
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and please for me lord make them stop
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and try to help them out the game
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cause lord i cant feel this pain
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(DIG)
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I think its time for a change
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it seems that im stuck in this game
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this cold hearted world got a nigga feelin the pain
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i cant explain how i live my life
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i keep my mind on six figures
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and try to keep it tight
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im stressin in the ghetto
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and i dont know
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should i hold on.. or let go?
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but its damn sure like
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grabbin a blunt, sayin lets blow
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nigga you know wassup
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man i gotta be real
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cause in this muthafuckin place niggas gotta have skill
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my episeris keep my mind on top of the night
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im seen spys, so im no longer father figure tonight
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everytime i look up, somebody die
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im wonderin why
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is it because they live they life as a ????
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wont you change my... ghetto ways
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cause im tired of livin in the last days
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but always on my knees as i pray
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screamin from the top of my voice
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'Lord Save Me'
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(chorus)
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(Mac)
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Look in my eyes, and tell me you see a bright future
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Since its a angle of a stranga it might suit ya
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theres so many words
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i wish that i could change the way the way we was raised
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we were ??????? and got enough nerve to hate gays
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maybe i neva undastud life for whats its worth
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i never liked church
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but i hit the streets and sold my dirt
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but im not a heeden
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cause i know what i believe in
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would i fall short of glory
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for some fucked up weed n'
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this open up the question
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yo were those ur wordz
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or was it somethin man made up to calm my nerves
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well if i didnt walk fo eva
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tell me where will i go
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we all ???? i just wanted ta know
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(ya heard me)
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(chorus)
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(MasterP)
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it aint no justice, aint no peace
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see mama gotta eat
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Panmdrap to da police in my ?????? st.
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i was born a hustler, probly gone die a thug
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grew up in the projects, seein my people on drugs
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society throwin slang tellin me we all equal
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But fuck da world, nobody gone help ma people
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and they... label'd me crazy since i dropped out of college
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but u cant live in the ghetto, wit only book knowledge
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a bunch'a broken homes
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a bunch'a crack babies
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black on black crime
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damn this shit is drivin me crazy
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i cant sleep at night
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i went about the game
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and if i dont make it, atleast i tried to change
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They say your never gonna change
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think that your gonna stay the same
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your beein the one that they blame
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Lord, how can i explain
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knockin you from ?????
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and please for me lord make them stop
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and try to help them out the game
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cause lord i cant feel this PAIN
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You'll Never Change
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| Tru |
