(Man talking) Yo Mega man, whats the deal son?
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(Mega) Yo son, whattup?
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(Man) Yo, I'm just sittin' here, zonin' out, thinkin' about how life is
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yo, life's general for us, you know? how we livin' out here, you know,
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things we go through man, why we gotta go through this life?
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(Mega) Life is an interlude to death son, you ever thought about that?
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[Verse 1]
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The saga begins
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I'm a reflection of the drama within
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the ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops just disappeared
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the first time you get locked up who really cares?
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I see a snotty nosed kid with his sneakers on backwards
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sleepin' on a mattress when I go to make a sale
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at times I wonder, are we goin' straight to Hell?
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or does God realize we're tryin' to make it as well
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my sleep is interrupted by food on the stove
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not gun shots, we're immune to those
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some of my friends first bids are two to fours
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others are on the run with huge rewards
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Mothers watch Son's walk through the doors
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for the last time 'till they go view at the morgue
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life is deep, we all just tryin' to eat
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rap's a mental narcotic, I supply the streets
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[Chorus]
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Look at my life, you see white coke and black roses
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and tears shed for passed soldiers
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we all walk in a path chosen
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from the cradle 'till the casket's lowered
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I still got the black ski mask to throw on
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but I can get richer off the tracks I flow on
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I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more
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look at my life..
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[Verse 2]
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Life ain't fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to live
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sleepin' in a crackhouse 'cause she don't got no relatives
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or friends, wanna drink brew and beef about whose sale it is
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now she's gettin' hungry, she smells the marijuana scent
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I paint a picture vividly
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as if Picasso's spirit entered me
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starin' at the Heavens, secluded in a tinted jeep
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I'm sick of hearin' eulogies
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I realize my nigga Blue is - a reminder of my past like Greek ruins
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yet his seek keeps bloomin'
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uneffected by police intrusions
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or street illusions we were consumed wit'
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I've even grown away from people I grew wit'
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I mean we cool, but I don't need to bullshit
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my mood could switch easily from smooth to ruthless
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we ain't built the same so mind games are useless
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times change, like the climate I change
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check the forecast, I reign
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour Moet for
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those incarcerated, my heart is wit' y'all
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I know at times it gets hard behind penetentiary bars
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then once free you realize you're mentally scarred
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if not physically, if subjected to correctional facilities
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prepare for your future to the best of your ability prosper, otherwise
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you've been conquered
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blowin' up your mother's phone so she can send you a box
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Son, I sit inside my residence
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and thank God I'm blessed with this poetical gift evident in every
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ghetto like graffiti and crack sales
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and cabs that won't stop for Black Males
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undercovers givin' younger Brothers bad stares
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Fours clap, Dogs crap in the grass here
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you love to hear the story Son, the saga began here
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MC's are fictitious yet the actual facts here
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like the Bible said, Jesus had napped hair
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[Chorus]
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The Saga
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Cormega |