Inner city strugglin', motherfuckin' rat race
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Condemned pressure cooker, that explodes in your face
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Another neighborhood gets destroyed by the drug deal
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Staking a claim on an estate that is real
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Pay the mob's price for your own protection
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Half a wise guy makes the wrong connections
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Flooding our streets with your wanna be bullshit
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Who whacks who, don't matter who gets hit
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The space between the death of our friends is so close
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This month it was neglect, our boy died of an overdose
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Last month a gunshot, a typical story
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That's just the way it goes in a failed territory
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No hope, just dope, and your chances are slim
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To grow up and get out 'cause you're already in
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The vacuum of the street so powerful
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Sucking you in it drains your mind by the hour fool
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Still smoking dippers our friends are all dusted
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Slave to a bottle of juice, fucking disgusted
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Can't you see the neighborhood's black hole
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And the odds are that we'll never grow old
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Young guns scam running on a get ahead quick tip
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With your pretty ass crimes, you're on a blind road trip
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Day to day death, wish we all carry inside
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Welcome to your suicide
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So you call yourself a part of the avenue crew
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Living here doesn't offer much else to do
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But get into beef and take each other's back
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Kid of eighteen, broke his skull with a bat
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Always changing with the trends like a fucking chameleon
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Live for yourself 'cause you're one in a million
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A rebel 'cause you weren't born into wealth
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But the only thing holding you down is yourself
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On the road we get phone calls breaking our hearts
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When they find someone we love in the trunk of a car
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Nothing you can do. Just another sad story
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Wake up, break out
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An epitaph from your own self doubt
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Failed Territory
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Biohazard |