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I Came From A Place I Forgot
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I Woke Up In A Parking Lot
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Far From A Meal & A Cot
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On The Corner
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Where All The Streets Got The Same Name
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Maybe My Brains On The Brink Of Insane
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Pain Between The PapersWhile Sleepin On The Train
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This The Land Of Milk And Honey
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Know What I¡¯m Sayin
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The Invisible Man Times Three
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Black, Down & Out
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Out Standing On A Corner No Doubt
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Now A Nation Of Homeless
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Sleepin In Bus Stations
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Another Win For The Pilgrims
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Who Said No More Haitians
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As I Proceed
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Someone To Feed Me Is What I Need
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Through Three Blocks Of Dealers
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Tryin To Hit Me Off Wit Weed
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Avenue & Boulevard Hungry As A M-Fucka
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Hope To Get A Ride From A Trucker
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Everybody Know I Ain¡¯t No Sucker
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Everyone Used To Drop 30 At The Rucker
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Away From Crazy Kids In Generation Wrekked
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Dissin Pyramids While Praisin Projects
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Walk Past Old Folks Gettin No Respect
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Callin Young Folks A Bunch A No Good Rejects
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And I Walk On
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An Eye For An Eye
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I Can¡¯t Recognize The Man In The Mirror
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Is It I, It Is I Now Who This Cat I¡¯m Lookin At
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Cause I¡¯ve Been Waiting So Long To Get Where I¡¯m Goin
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An For An Eye In This Country Tis Of Thee
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Now How The Hell Can I Be Free
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Who This Cat I¡¯m Lookin At
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Cause I Been Lost So Long Without Anybody Knowin
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So I Move On And I Walk On
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Past The Preachers And The Pimps Gettin Their Talk On
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Now Why Do Home Gotta Be Where The Negative Roam
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To Be Or Not To Be - So I Roll Alone
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I¡¯m Trapped Within This Skin & These Bones
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Temporary Kings On Cellular Phones
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Can I Last As I Walk Past
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Cigarette Billboards & Malt Liquor Ads
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Walkin On Broken Bottles & Potato Chip Bags
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Everyone I See Got The Nerve To Brag
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Where They From What They Got
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And Don¡¯t Own Squat
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Disrespect Where They From And Ya Might Get Shot
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Zombies Askin Me What The Latest Bomb Be
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Should Shot The Fuckin Sheriff & The Fuckin Deputy
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For Ok In The Drug Trade And Lettin It Be
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But I Know Prison For Me Is An Industry
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So I Walk
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I Heard The Best Things In Life Be Free
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Didn¡¯t God Make The Land The Air We Breathe
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Not For The Homeless Don¡¯t Give A Damn About Me
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In The Mirror Somebody Else Is Starin At Me
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Maybe Prison Is The Skin I¡¯m Within
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All This Time I Been Sufferin Can¡¯t Fix It Wit A Bufferin
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Plus They Said I¡¯ll Never Work In This Town Again
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Damn So I Keep On Walkin
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An Eye For An Eye
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I Can¡¯t Recognize The Man In The Mirror
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Is It I, It Is I Now Who This Cat I¡¯m Lookin At
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Cause I¡¯ve Been Waiting So Long To Get Where I¡¯m Goin
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An For An Eye In This Country Tis Of Thee
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Now How The Hell Can I Be Free
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Who This Cat I¡¯m Lookin At
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Cause I Been Lost So Long Without Anybody Knowin
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Lil Day Day Is Big Day And Just Did Time
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Seen Him Standin On The Unemployment Line
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Which Collided Wit The Line Of The Health Clinic
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I Seen Crazy Stacy Her Ass Standin Up In It
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No More Welfare Cut Her Medicaid
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Damn My Mama Used To Do Her Braids
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I Keep Walkin So They Don¡¯t See Me
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But I Doubt If They Doin Any Better Than Me
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So I Walk On Never Take The Planet For Granted
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I Paved The Concrete, Asphalt & Granite
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I Walk Past 3 Brothers Sittin On The Porch
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Wit A Yard Of Dirt And Littered Wit Newports
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Talkin How They Comin Up While They Sittin On Their Ass
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As I Walk Past Em I¡¯m A Target Of Their Laughs
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And One Said Lets Get Em For His Fuckin Stash
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As I Walked Fast Past The Other Yards Wit Grass
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Had A Lil Cash Tried To Make It Last
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From A Few Deals I Made From Cleanin Windshields
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I Ran Like A Rally They Caught Me In An Alley
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Can¡¯t Get Out The Ghetto From New York To Cali
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I Thought I Had Nuthin Till I Felt The Knife
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And Now I Ain¡¯t Even Got A Life
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