You've just slipped into reality where guns crash
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And drug raids is an everyday thing when the nuts hang
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They don't even got a name fame dont mean nothin'
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Only the cash flow it ain't black or white it's called rich or poor
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Now you know me the R.O.C. my name never commited a crime
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Try to walk the strait path intertwine while whatchin my homies go down
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Slain in the city streets meetin they makers while my face frowns
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Pull they gats out fast now my time has passed
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At the funeral my aunt told me i could cry at last
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I lashed out with tears huggin and kissin
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Riddle me this riddle me that why im still livin
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These years fo life advice to the youth
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When they dont even see all the hurses that people be goin through
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They say it aint about wrong or right or how could you fight
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As long as the pistols in sight and the moneys tight
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But all in all they think like that they dont fall
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Product of americas nightmare im tellin yall
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Believe me when i tell you i aint trippin
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Just tryin to help you out from slippin into reality
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I'm 'bout to drink it for my pops peppermint schnaps im feelin faded
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Violated and also very much intoxicated
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This is dedicated to my main man
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And when he died never did I understand
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Why he went away although i didnt cry
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Tried to play the big man kept my feelings inside
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Never ever shed a tear for the last ten years
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I been hangin with my peers and facin my fears
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This shit is gettin clear the government got us in focus
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Bill Clinton push the button nuclear hocus pocus
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They tried to provoke us with trees infest us with disease
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Tell me how to live and when to die and who should i believe
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Realize the realism of reality
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Life is filled with technacalities and fucked up formalities
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Automaticaly and statisticly we walkin dead
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Roamin the wasteland with a bounty on our heads
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Avoid scenarios of abuse to my spouse
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Brothers younger than me are steady posted in a crackhouse
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And everybody totin guns like its some kind of fashion
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Be careful when them busters are blastin' when you slip into reality
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One day it's gonna hit me like a ton of bricks
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I'm feeling so sick one of my dawgs passed and shit
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I'm thinking 'bout killing 'em all but what's that solve
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He still gonna be dead in the morning why take the fall
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Inside I be so mad I'm finna burst
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Instead of a Chevy's my homie's rollin in the back of a hearse
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You know it's worse
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It's too hard to cope with some days
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Murderous ways leavin me sick and in a daze
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Comatose, completely tore up
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Nerves be so bad I wanna throw up
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I'm bout to blow up
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In a rage I need to talk, nobody wanna listen
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On the corner, mental mindstate position
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Overload pull the trigger
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Stress got the best of suicide
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Pour out some liquor
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Another grave digga gets paid
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Digging a grave for senseless ways
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Keep to ourself is what i say
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All of my dawgs can't die,
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I visit the sky and reminisce when I'm high
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Never gonna lie I got love for my niggas
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Dead or alive, reality check
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We can do it on the outside
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Slip Into Reality
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