Hmmmmmmmm
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Well, well, well, well
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[Chorus]
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These walls are closin' in
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How long I'm supposed to grin
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I lost my will to win
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Forgive my sin, hmmmmmmmmmm
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These walls are closin' in
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How long I'm supposed to grin
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I lost my will to win
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Forgive my sin, hmmmmmmmmmm
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As darkness approaches
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And I'm fumbling through the blunt roaches
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Its looking hopeless, totally unfocused
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Stumbling onto the front porch
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Poasty with my closest associates
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We were so broke
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Though a couple of us had sold dope
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Still humble enough to be po' folk
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We coming up to be grown folk
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Ain't dumb enough to be slow poke
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Though the hours of death they grow close
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So we give our lives to the utmost, Plus
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Here's an extra point
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Visualize the gold post
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No we not eating duck roast
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But we live our lives to the utmost, Cause
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Those pressure points
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Are the corners we cut close
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Turn most civilized
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Yaggers to cutthroats
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And it's these men they send
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up state by truck load
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And hurl 'em in to the pin like buffalos
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I'm saying
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[Chorus]
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The game was sold, not told to me
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Heartache won't let go of me
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Games say that I'll live and lie
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But I'll trrrrryyyyy
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Every which way tell you the angles
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I done tossed and turned
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Hit and missed
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Pissed cause of that didn't amount to this
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Getting it ain't got a damn thing to do with keeping shit
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Working damn hard to get it
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Plans and not parting with it
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Life got a way of showing you shit
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you can't barely see
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Tough keeping close
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Setting sail through a sea of g's
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Something should this night I lay me down to sleep
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Wasn't happy with my friend
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Pray the lord my soul to keep
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[Chorus]
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I'm 'bout 3000 miles from Graceland
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By the county from Macon
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But you would think I'm arm reach from Satan
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I got a strange way of telling the truth
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Most felons do stuff between
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Hearin your story and telling it too
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Stuck between nom and feelin it
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Right between calm and militant
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On the search for deliverance
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Im three days from beatin my case at the arraignment
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This shits basic
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Get the (?) get the statement
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[R. Prophit]
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Part with the heart of a soldier
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Right now I'm stuck behind bars with daddy told ya
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I chose to march with martin carryin posters
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They lock me down, but they usually hang us folks up
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We so tough, white man trying to control us
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And mold us, simulate our cultures, they doped us
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Hell naw I'm stayin focused
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I won't corrupt with evil
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Forever fightin for my people, equal
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Fight for you rights
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These walls are closing in
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How long I'm supposed to grin
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I lost my will to win
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Forgive my sin..
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Ladies and gentlemen I have some very sad news for all of you
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Could you lower those sings please?
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Martin Luther King was shot and was killed tonight..
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These Walls
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