[Intro:]
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"Ye thou I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil."
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I look back through out my life and so often in the walk I see only one set of footprints and
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I truly understand that is because for so long he carried me and without his blessings I wouldn't have achieved anything of any significance...Uhn.
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I set out to be the realist and the illest, of my time, "of my time,"
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Knew I'd probably end up dyin' in my prime, "in my prime,"
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When I finally got a chance I knew I'd shine, "knew I'd shine,"
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But I seem to end up slippin' every time, "every time,"
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In this world people quickly drop a dime, "drop a dime,"
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I'm a stand up guy, I go and do my time, "do my time,"
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Any time you wanna test me, come and try, "come and try,"
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'Fore I swallow my pride, I'm gonna die, "gonna die,"
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Till the day that I go I'm gonna ride, "gonna ride,"
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Cuz you know I've got God on my side, "on my side,"
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And hay, we all got to die someday,
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'N' if you don't know, now you know,
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Sometimes I bet reverend Runn,
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Looks back like damn what have I done,
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They created an art form, you turned it to a circus,
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What the fuck happened to making music with a purpose man,
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[Chorus:]
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Some body pray for me,
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I'm out here in a place that I may never leave,
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A million records sold I may never see,
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I'm out here in these streets duckin' felonies, please
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I need all y'all to pray for me,
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I'm out here in a place that I may never leave,
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A million records sold I may never see,
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Out here in these streets duckin' felonies, Ahh...
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I document a lot of deep shit in my past, "in my past,"
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Did a lot of bad shit in my past, "in my past,"
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What we won't do to get the cash, "get the cash,"
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It's the root of all evil, but we must have it, "must have it,"
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Wonder if ever we can have a craps game where no blood gets spilled,
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A rap game where no one gets killed,
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In heaven I can see my dad and my grand dad,
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So you can't tell me that dyin' is that bad,
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I'm back at it, I'm on that bullshit homie,
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Suicidal wishin' some body'd run up on me,
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Cuz I'ma try to blow they stomach threw they back,
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'N' we can turn this whole mother fucker to Iraq, "Uhh,"
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I've never been more sincere,
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Than I am when I say I'm sick of being here,
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So when I go don't shed a tear,
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You weren't cryin' when I got here, seconds old,
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Screamin' like a mother fucker, wet 'n' cold, "come on,"
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Some body pray for me,
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I'm out here in a place that I may never leave,
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A million records sold I may never see,
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I'm out here in these streets duckin' felonies, "Please,"
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My little homie says mama tried, but he wanna run the streets,
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'N' at the crib there really wasn't enough to eat,
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For his mama, her boyfriend, and him,
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So the little homie ball like, Damn them,
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He say he ain't never looked back since then,
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Spent the last five out of ten fenced in,
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We calmed him down, little homie gone in the wind,
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I remember back when you could throw him a ten,
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But he older now 'n' you got throw him a ben,
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'N' if you turn your back on him he be at it again,
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Robbin' everything movin', servin' everything smokin',
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Savaged by the scavage's, naw man I ain't jokin',
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So pray for him, cuz he need Jesus with him
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Try to talk to him, but you can't reason with him,
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God do him like you done me 'n' stay right there,
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put my little homie in y'alls prayers and while your at it,
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Some body pray for me,
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I'm out here in a place that I may never leave,
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A million records sold I may never see,
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I'm out here in these streets duckin' felonies, "Please,"
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I need all y'all to pray for me,
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I'm out here in a place that I may never leave,
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A million records sold I may never see,
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I'm out here in these streets duckin' felonies...
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Pray For Me
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Haystak |