[Talking:]
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King of Da Ghetto, what's up 'Face big homie
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[Z-Ro:]
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I greet the Father, on my knees
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With a bowed head and a humbled heart, my conversation is have mercy on me please
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I just wanna be happy, will it come to bad
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Fresh out of my mind been 27 years, and every day I've seen is sad
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Even though I've tried till I've cried, I can't even stand
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Feels like I've died a thousand times, but just can't make it man
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Ain't nothing different about me, doing dirt
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Except I've never crept up on a come up, maybe that's why the hustling hurts
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I remember just like it was yesterday, I'm 16
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Can't find no love can't find no peace, I wonder what it means
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Could it be because, I didn't choose the devil all the time
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I became an outcast to the hood, restricted to my rhyme
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Why couldn't I just live my life, without my talent making danger
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Jealousy is now state jail, from friends that turned to strangers
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They hate me, I don't understand why
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I swear I never seen a man cry, till it was my own eye
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[Z-Ro:]
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I'm 21, and think I finally got a grip on life
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And all bills paid apartment, a step-son and a step-wife
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But without a vehicle, it's kinda hard to get around
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If I got weed I ride for free, if not my partners let me down
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So now I'm loving to be one deep so much, I'm hating people
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Lookin at everybody, even babies like they Satan people
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Nobody understand me, everybody's tripping with me
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Wonder why when I gotta ride, were none of my people flipping with me
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Too many haters, trying to take a player off his game
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Not trying to be ballerific, I'm just trying to have some thangs
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They're just like crabs in a bucket, these people pull me down
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If I didn't have so many obstacles, think where I could be now
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On MTV or BET, or in some magazine
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Instead I'm stressing, hooked on codeine headed to tragedy
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Sometimes I think, it's better just to die
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Because I never seen a man cry, till it was my own eye
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[Z-Ro:]
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(what's happening now) in the year 2006, ain't nothing chang ed for Ro
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12 albums strong looking for do', but yet I'm still po'
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Now I done had and I done lost, and I done had again
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On the verge of suicide, I deeply wish I had a friend
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But even still a good samaritan, is Z-Ro's way
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And with that Christian attitude, I caught a homeboy case
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I done took too many blows, a punching bag is how I feel
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The deep depression starts to set, sanity's outta here
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I start my mission, trying to find my faith
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CDC number four in name, I'm feeling oh so helpless in this place
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I want revenge, it's heavy on my mind
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But Aunt Sandra say don't fight evil with evil, try to relax and do your time
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I heard a voice, and felt there wasn't no need in acting up
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Realized I wasn't at peace with God, and had to patch it up
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Hopin that blessings, fall out of the sky
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Z-Ro ain't never seen a man cry, until it was his own eye
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Man Cry
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| Z-Ro |
