Have mercy on me my lord, I'm just tryna walk to the corner store
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And the brown and blue armies are always at war,
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What on earth they wanna harm me for? I don't know(x2)
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We raise monsters in the basement
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Feed 'em shell casings and train 'em to chase us
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We rip most the pages out of the bibles and Qur'ans
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In this house it's their view we care about
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Such as God has forsaken us
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And from his anger gush forth plagues and floods
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The chosen people done stoned the great prophet
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His mighty wrath stay upon us till the day of judgment
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We spend days punchin' brick walls
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The scabs we rip em off and fill them bitches with salt
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To all injury we add insult
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Got a leather bound edition of shit that ain't our fault
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Swabbin' down the bridges with lighter fluid
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Too timid to burn them we pray the lightning do it
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I wear this mask 'till my face grow to fit it
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Frozen in a paradigm waitin' out my sentence
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Livin' in a well, self made hell
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Medicated, dwellin' in a pit within myself
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I waste time patiently, suffering the pain
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And kindly invite you to hell for not saving me
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I see a poor victims face
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Reflected on the pawn shop glass pistol case,
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The breath make it foggy and then it gets clear
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Now which medal here would fit best in the ear?
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Have mercy on me my lord, I'm just tryna walk to the corner store
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And the brown and blue armies are always at war,
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What on earth they wanna harm me for? I don't know(x2)
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We gon dig us a ditch, move directly to the edge and live on that shit,
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File the dice so that the seven never hits, and palm the joker, reverse magic trick
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We gon dig us a ditch, move directly to the edge and live on that shit,
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File the dice so the eleven never hits, and palm the joker
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Palm the Joker
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| Brother Ali |
