They say he was a monster from birth, so
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Fuck it, I'll just a lean warn-os them hoes
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I suppose O took on the street life
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Even though my mother told me I could be otherwise
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Wasn't the school type, I was too cool
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My agenda wasn't general education, nigga
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Generalizing Obie's expectations
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It was like, a cucoo in twenty-twos
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Bad news my nigga, pass the brew
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Cause in a week we be pouring a glass for you
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So rapidly homies become causualties
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We was just playing Madden
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Now a nigga sad for his family, that's how it happens
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Dudes get blasted, another casket
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Another child becomes a fatherless bastard
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Make a nigga wanna grab this rachet
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It's so tragic, and Obie can't get past it
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And you wonder why a nigga'll flash it
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Just to, show these demons that I ain't having it
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Put 'em beneathe the grass in a flash
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Homie I'm from the craft
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And to make it where I'm at, that's called Soldierism
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Real niggaz notice em, they wanna flow with 'em
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Wanna do major shows with 'em
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Get the fuck out the ghetto wit 'em
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Heavy metal, leave a nigga twisted, don't fret
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This is the set we live in
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But I ain't crying or whining about my enviornment
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Even though black folk is dying constant
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Niggaz'll shoot you unconscious
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Wit no conscience, until you lose conscience
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Conscious, and pompous white folk think I'm just rhyming
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Just designing lines, just for the sake of shining
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Like I just speak violent applying to the business I'm in
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Rewind and find him in a dirty ass hood with no sight of climbing
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Moving on up was just The Jeffersons
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Rest of us watching the tube got less then them
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So why you vexing him? Why you stretching him out?
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He got the weapon all because his whereabouts
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Born and raised, mental slaves
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And I don't see change before I'm seeing the grave
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All I see is my homies corpse decay
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Crying at his wake, can't recognize his face
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Face it, you not identifying with me
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My identity distorts ya visibility
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So you can't see me, peep what he's achieving
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You recieve information from TV
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I'm in the hood, I live it you read about it
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Rest in peace Peezy
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Please believe Obie eyes've seen The Wire
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Prior to what you seeing on the screen
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I done been in and out of the bing
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Lost niggaz to unfortunate things
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That's why, praise the Lord I'm still on the scene
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Praise the Creator who made human beings
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Just for creating a nigga like me
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A nigga that put the umph in G, yeah
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[Chorus 2X]
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Wake up
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I try to reach out but you won't
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Wake up
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My brothers and sisters, we got to
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Wake up
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'Fore you stuck in the system, and then ya
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Wake up
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Reality hits ya, before you can
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Wake up
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Wake Up
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Obie Trice |