[Intro]
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[Hook: x2]
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Piece of mind
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Life on the streets of crime
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Violence and people dying
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It's the blind trynna lead the blind
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We can't leave this life that we lead behind
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We trynna find some
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[Verse 1: Rittz]
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Ain't no peace in the Peach state
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Most of us totin' a loaded weapon
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And children get exposed
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When they grow and they show aggression
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And hate
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Their parents never took a second to take
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A look and make sure the direction
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That they were headed was straight
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In tenth grade my friend tate was alive
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Fresh outta middle school
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They stabbed him in front of an arcade and he died
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Over Cambodian gang tats
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Eroded the brain back
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Memories of his funeral
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The moments of pain that
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I endured as a teen
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I done seen my fair share of scares
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My crew and I went everywhere prepared
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Because I'm harmless
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The calm side of life had been tarnished
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One of my best friends took a knife in the armpit
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For winning a fist fight
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9 years later I still pray to God
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Thanking him for letting him live life
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The damage was done
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Same night, people came to rush my crib
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He came to fight em' with his bandages on
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Cause there ain't no mother fuckin peace
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[Hook x2]
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[Verse 2: Rittz]
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Man Atlanta ain't as peaceful
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As the people would think
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Everybody's mind ain't equally synched
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My homie "hoodlum" 15 got arrested for robbin
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An adolescent they kept him inside corrections
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Now he's legal to drink
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Sure you heard the same story before
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Just cause mine's recorded
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It ain't any more important than yours
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It's all distorted
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Were easily influence by money, power, respect
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Nobody wants to work for hours and sweat
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Specially when their parent's struggle
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And they house is a wreck
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Every other kid around
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Is getting down with a set
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When I was young I was focused
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Down with the crips or the bloods
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If not your crew was probably
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Hittin liqs and the drugs
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My homie "slick" used to show me the ropes
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The dos and don't's of the streets
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My homie Charles made the both of us meet
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Now I'm his daughters godfather with pride
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Can't forget the day in '99 he cried
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Told me Charles had died
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Cause ain't no mother fuckin peace
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[Hook x2]
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[Verse 3: Rittz]
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Everybody wanna rep with the tough guy
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What goes around comes around
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You better be expecting some gunfire
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Trynna mature trynna ignore
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The drama cause kharma been harmin'
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Been leaving dad and momma to mourn
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There will always be more problems
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Try to handle 'em safely
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I don't want to end up in the ambulance racing
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With my family waiting in the emergency room
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Alotta prison facing death
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Convicted murderer doom
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Say goodbye to the hot sun
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My boy black told me get burnt
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He caught a couple bullet shots from the shotgun
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Hit is bicep instead of his chest
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Coulda bled to his death
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He wasn't ready yet
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I guess he was blessed
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I thank the lord that I'm here
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Lookin forward to livin
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Instead of being someone
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People find important or fear
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Maybe then a little peace
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Will be in Georgia
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Or near your part of town
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My eyes are watered down
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Pourin with tears
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I need peace
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Piece Of Mind
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Rittz |