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Ghetto Heaven
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The world is a ghetto
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Freedom, oh yeah
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Feel your sorrow
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(Verse 1)
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5:35 and I'm living senseless
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Just another homie picking on the defenceless
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Don't request yet, nothing really to mention
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Lookin through the mirror and I'm making a censure
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Whoa, black people in the morning breeze
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Came around the corner and she caused me to freeze up
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Ease up, watch how the world could tease us, ease us
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But only G.O.D can please us
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Hey, got my ride and my Momma's too
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Show me how to roll without breakin the rules
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Payin my dues, MC's droppin out choose
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Decides to get with lyrical facts, don't stop
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Whoa, black people time to shine
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Everything is fine when you're losing your mind
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I'm like a black alley cat, freestyle batter-up
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Doesn't get better than that, is that a gat in the back?
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(Verse 2)
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And the Valkyrie's blood runs red through the halls of the dead
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oh the warrior's blood runs red through the hearts of the dead
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the Valkyrie's blood runs red through the halls of the dead
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And the life you're been lookin for in the world that you live 2x
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In the name, we were all born in the flame
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Not the same, but under the moon on the desert plane
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We roam, home, take the ?coast ghost?
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I saw with my naked eye, way to close now
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I was the son of a man on a mission
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Who worked with his hands and brought him the former land
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In the inter-land, swingin the mic like an axe
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With a fear in the atmosphere, layin down tracks
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Valhalla
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K-OS |