Once again, firm affiliation
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Like we say; the show must go on
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Sunshine ? we hustle to the moon light
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Reminisce on a good time
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Cop come on boget
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Yo when times get trifle
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I'm subjected to street survival
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See many never complete they cycle
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Other retreat to bibles, living holy
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But currency seem to control me, moving coldly
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In the presence of old parolies
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My mind mold me, keep me in mack mode like Goldie
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Police know me, but ain't got enough to hold me
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I follow rules, through the knowledge, swallow jewels
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A form of teaching, from the streets never taught in school
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You caught you lose, a wise man utilize tools
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Solitude certifies all moves
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So I walk this path of the old dread, that lead me off the Ave
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Absorbing fast, learning from niggaz I lost in the past
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Its poison plays in these foul days
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Housing cops and they foul ways, I'm walking through a wild maze
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Holding my brain trying to maintain
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Sleet hell, snow, or rain, I guess the game will never change
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Since the genesis, paraphernalia circle my premises
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Poor images, project life drained my innocence
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It's all the worst genocide, I guess the water's cursed
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My old earth identify, though her soul is for the church
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She prayed for peace, hoping I'm saved before she lay deceased
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To say the least, the one to wise to play the streets
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I know the ropes, certain niggaz to slow to cope
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& though I sold some Coke, it was only to stay afloat
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Amongst the frozen hearted, some bending, some departed
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Inhaling chocolate, tracing back to where it started
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The Crack wave 2 for 5, deuce and trays
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The Mack sprays, puffin' lye, truth & days
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& though it sound ill, through all the foul shit, I'm down still
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All around real, rough is the grounds in Brownsville
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I know the ledge, meditating, holding my head
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Eyes red, it's "Doe or Die" till I'm dead
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I played all positions, plus learned from each mission
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Politic wit all type niggaz wit different diction
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I did it up, from young in some cunt, the way I hit it up
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Bugging off my first Philly Blunt, and how I lit it up
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But time flying, playing these corners I'll let it slide by
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Smoking lye, homicide, coke supplies dry
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So play the game, other slow up change the lane
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Awaken, unchain the brain in exchange to take away the pain
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It's a part of scriptures, put together wit different mixtures
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They tricked us, got us trapped in taking pictures
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Interrogating, locating, destination, estimating
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Or play a part of them investigating
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It's on going from them killers, to them broads hoeing
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Unknowing first time felons on trial blowing
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So burn your clips and sit back, learn your shit
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The last of these real reps left turned legit
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Sunshine
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