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I'm not afraid, to take a stand [bad word] take my hand We'll walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just let you know that, you're not alone Hola if you feel that you've been down the same road [Intro] Yeah, It's been a ride.. I guess I had to go to that place to get to this one Now some of you might still be in that place If you're tryna get out, just follow me, I'll get you there [Verse One] You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em But you won't take this thing out these words before I say 'em 'Cause ain't no way I'm let you stop me from causin' mayhem When I say 'em or do somethin' I do it, I don't give a [bad word] What you think, I'm doin' this for me, so f**k the world Feed it beans, it's gassed up, if a thing's stoppin' me I'ma be what I set out to be, without a doubt undoubtedly And all those who look down on me I'm tearin' down your balcony No if ands or buts don't try to ask him why or how can he From Infinite down to the last Relapse album, he's still sh** And whether he's on salary, paid hourly Until he bows out or he sh**'s his bowels out of him [bad word] first, for better or worse He's married to the game, like a f**k you for Christmas His gift is a curse, forget the earth he's got the urge To pull his d**k from the dirt and f**k the universe Verse 3: 2Pac] They got me mobbin like I'm Loc'ed and ready to get my slug on I load my clip and slip my [bad word] gloves on I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me [bad word] I got my Glock [bad word] playa if they press me Bust on [bad word] with a - paaassion Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - b-b-blaaastin I'm a nut an' drinkin Hennessey and gettin' high On the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna die Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major buck-fifty across the face with my razor What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong These sorry [bad word] Want to kill me in my sleep, I'm real they cannot see And everyday is just a [bad word] Steady thuggin' on the streets And I'll be ballin' loc Don't let 'em make you worry Keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried I was born to raise [bad word] a [bad word] from the gutta Word to mother I'm trapped I'm kickin dust up Ready to bust I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean Until they kill me I'll be livin this life I know you feel me There's so much pain Now [bad word] s constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops Black males livin in [bad word] when will we prevail Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well And in a sense I'm sucidal with this Thug's Life Stayin strapped forever trapped in this [bad word] life God help me, cause I'm starvin, can't get a job So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard Can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers Mislead from childhood where I went astray Till this day I still pray for a better way Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke From the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark Couldn't quit the [bad word] make me represent Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own I close my eyes and picture home... on my block [Hook] w/ minor variations [Verse Three] And I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die Caught strays from AK's and the driveby Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide Brothers cry for broken lives, [bad word] insid