[Silkk:]
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Yo' let me holla at y'all for a minute
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It's like when, I was in the ghetto
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I was never in the ghetto, because my mind was elsewhere
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And if I was locked down, I would invision myself being free
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But God, I got so many questions
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I just want you to anwser
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Help Me Out...
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[Rico (from Sons Of Funk):]
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I wish that God would talk to me (Talk to me)
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About all the pain that I've seen (I know you seen it too)
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Move on, coming out right
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Cracked out Mother got nerve to be crying
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All my friends seem to pass away (Rest in peace, all y'all rest in
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peace)
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I heard one say, that's the only way (No it ain't)
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[Chorus:]
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But I wish it would rain
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I wish I'd rain, I wish I'd rain, so it could wash away all my pain
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It's going around outside
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I wish I'd rain, I wish I'd rain, so it could wash away all this pain
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It's going around outside
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[Rico:]
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My best friend's house payments behind
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Now he lives in the park outside
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Mary complains about the money she makes
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I see some more people dying of AIDS (I feel ya dog, I feel ya)
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[Silkk:]
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Yo'
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Trying to make the whole world invision my pain (invision my pain)
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Trying to pretend that the ghetto was all good
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Ya' know what I really wish for change
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But it seems killas and drug-dealas
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But they stereo-type me as a thug
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Hard to see clear
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Supposed to be one-night stand, I ain't supposed to be here, Mom and Dad
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never was in love
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It seems domestic violence is always the problem
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When I go home (Go gome)
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Hoping once in my life that Mom and Dad would get along
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See my grandfather died in the war
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And all he ever got was medals, and my grandmother got a letter
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Only things my kids ever GOT!?
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Was a trip to the ghetto
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Have you ever seen a crackbaby? Or someone die of AIDS?!
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Watch them suffer and with all this money I got
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They can't be saved
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We all hustle so fuck the color, white or black
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We all struggle, we act like
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We better then each other, we're supposed to be all sistas and brothas
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Feel my pain
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It's better that you know
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But don't feel sorry for me, even though I lived hard and rough
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I lived better than most
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Knowin' one day I gotta go, and I can't buy time
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I gotta homie that's doing 99
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He sending me pictures and letters like it's all fine
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I know it's not
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And ya' know what? It's even worse
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They got us killin' over turfs
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I don't know when the last time I went to church
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Can't sleep, doin' too much dirt
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In the middle of the ghetto, just wishin' for clout (wishin' for clout)
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Ladies forget having babies by these fake playas and shady bustas
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Thinkin' they can get you out
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See now my quest to live hard, a quest to live large
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God I have a question
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Why's it so hard?! (Feel my pain, feel my pain...feel that?)
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Ya' know what I'm sayin'
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Killin' over dolla bills, paper
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Fightin' over turfs, when none of it don't belong to us
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And racism?! Still exist, but ME?! I'm color-blind
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We gotta realize we gotta problem
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And the government? The only time they care, is election time
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And they seem to think the only solution is
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Build more prisons to throw us in...it's not right
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But I got homies dyin' over nothing (Rest in peace Biggie, rest in peace
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Pac)
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And all the fallen soldiers
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Ya' know what, it used to be in my community...drugs and violence
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Now it's going around, now it's going around...it's going around
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Soon to be in your spot, if it's not there already
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I'm out
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(It's going around outside)
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It's Going Around Outside
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Silkk The Shocker |