Yeah
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Know what I¡¯m sayin¡¯ Premo¡¯
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Tell these niggas about my life know what I mean
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It¡¯s been a crazy, crazy journey for me, know what I mean
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I spend my days in a steel cage
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Where brothers feel rage
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And get real with razor blades
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in ill ways so when my cell close
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my brain cells expose
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and my pen excels to a part of hell froze
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Inside of me was tellin¡¯ me to stay out
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Reality was tellin¡¯ me that if I find a way out
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I had to stay out
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Plans I had to lay out
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In order to elevate from my identity
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mentally accelerate
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I seen a lot of men break down
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Being an inmate
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Now I realize I couldn't make the same mistakes
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It was real being concealed in steel gates
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Where brothers who feel hate against a another race
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Which only indicates a snake mentality
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These are my days of reality
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Hook:
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The streets is a dirty game
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My heart¡¯s still home in the streets
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It¡¯s a damn shame
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The streets is a dirty game
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but niggas stay strapped in the hood
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It¡¯s a damn shame
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The streets is a dirty game
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My heart¡¯s still home in the streets they still callin¡¯
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It¡¯s a damn shame
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The streets is a dirty game
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but niggas stay strapped in the hood
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It¡¯s a damn shame
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The streets is a dirty game
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My heart¡¯s still home in the streets
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Often I think of my people the board denied they freedom, a mirage
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Disappearing before our eyes
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We were born to strife
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Now living in courts decide
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Missing their children we can feel it when our mommas cry
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We was hustlin¡¯ but would the jury find me guilty?
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They seen us strugglin'
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Doing what we have to do to ease the sufferin'
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We know its wrong but so was havin' us freezin'
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Left the stove on wearing our sneakers until the soles are gone
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We constantly holdin¡¯ on, being broke
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And hopin our phone is our only escape
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And when our favorite TV shows is on shots ringin' echo in the ear before the cops came kids was everywhere
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and women cryin niggas going to jail
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A mothers eyes fill with tears as she nears
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Realizing he's surviving she exhales like Angela Bassett
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I'm a poet amongst slums, crimes, and crack addicts
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Hook
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I live a lonely existence
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Lately I¡¯ve become a mathematician
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As I divide my friends with phony niggas I confide in God
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As for sins may he forgive ¡®em
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If you have dreams they can be achieved never give up
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Look at me once a convicted felon
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Once addicted to sellin¡¯
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The substance which corrupted many men in my era
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I stood in awe at the dope fiends
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Drove by those caught in the coke game
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Some proper some locked up some sold claim
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The main team wanted the shine
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Streets so alive I felt the air breathe
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Not only did I misplace time
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I could remember as an inmate
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At midstate I stayed in the law library
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Some chose to lift weight, fine
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As if they content with they time
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They strip us at the visit
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Limit our education
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Ridicule us niggas
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modern enslavement
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Even though I¡¯m out of the cages
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I¡¯m the voice of the soldier in the yard with the banger
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Dirty Game
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Cormega |