[Z-Ro]
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Lord, have mercy, mercy
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Lord have mercy, mercy
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[Chorus: Z-Ro]
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Ooh wee, dear lord I don't want that to be me
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Another black boy in the penitentiary
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So many fall victim to these evil streets
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And it just makes me say ooh wee
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[Lil' O]
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Even though life is hard
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I walk through the thunderstorm knowing there's a god
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And when trouble comes he'll be my shield and my sword strike down my foes
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But I feel sorry for the ones that don't have god and don't know
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Inhale the weed through my mouth, exhale out my nose
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I've seen many niggas fell chasing money and clothes
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Look in the game, cause the block feeds us
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Chasing blood money, that's why we block bleeders
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We grew up hating the police cause the cops beat us
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And now we grown full of hate and we got heaters
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And what a wicked combination, cause now a nigga out of control
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And we ain't trying to hear shit, about we on the wrong road
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We always got to catch a case, and the jail cell close
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For a nigga just like us, got to fill us with holes
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And ain't it cold, cause we suppose to stick to the trend
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Even though the trend is dying or ending up in the penn but
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[Chorus]
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Ooh wee, dear lord I don't want that to be me
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Another black boy in the penitentiary
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So many fall victim to these evil streets
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And it just makes me say
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Ooh wee dear lord I don't want that to be me
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Another black boy in the ground six feet deep
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So many fall victim to these evil streets
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And it just makes me say ooh wee
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[Lil' O]
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You tell me how you take the pain out
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When you hear your partner just blew his brians out
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You see the pressure of these streets it make you crazy
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And everybody say they love you huh, but everybody shady
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And all the youngsters got babies with mouths to feed
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But all the youngsters dropped out they ain't got no degree
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Cause these youngsters chasing cars and material things
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But all the youngsters ain't thinking about the pain it could bring
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I lost soul on the block, I will walk the streets
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Going so hard on my grind, I forgot to eat
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I can't forget the day my partner got knocked off his feet
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By a dopefiend with a gauge trying to rob him for cheese
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I saw the fear in his eyes, he knew he'd been shot and his leg was paralyzed
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They had to amputate his legs that's when I realized how raw could be
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and living life in these streets cause it wasn't for me, cause
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[Chorus]
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[Lil' O]
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Dear father up in heaven have mercy on us
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Protect us from these evil streets that be murdering us
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Protect us from these crooked cops that put burden on us
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Protect us from these heartless D.A's that put hurting on us
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Protect us from ourselves, some of us don't know no better
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Thinking that a life of crime the only way to get cheddar
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Protet us from our jealousy and our lust for power
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Knowing the devil walk the street seeking room to devour
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I ain't really got no friends
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cause all my real dogs are in the grave or in the pen
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They left when they was boys, I won't see them till they men
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And then my little partner man he just signed for ten
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Where does the drama end
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I put money on they books to try to ease they pain
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Praying to the lord hoping they find peace again
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And I give thanks for my life knowing so meet they end
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I'ma survive, stay alive and keep my ass out the penn cause
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[Chorus]
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[Z-Ro]
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I don't want to end up in jail
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I don't want to end up in the penn
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I don't want to end up in the ground
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I don't want to end up like my friends [x2]
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I don't want that to be me [x8]
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Ooh Wee
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Lil' O |