Yo.. three-hundred and sixty-five days a year
We preoccupy self to find life's [bad word] meaning
We indulge irrelevant contradiction
Contradiction which steps up growth
Live life each day like it could be your last

Yo.. I'm from a place where some mothers sell they babies for crack
Where young cats buy gats, shoot and never look back
Where the whites live with the whites, and the blacks live with the blacks
But somehow we unite, through the culture of rap
I'm from Brooklyn, word to the [bad word] massages
Where thugs bust guns, and sons are raised without they fathers
We do away with has-beens, rock the latest fashion [bad word] s never rat - what you want to know, or who's askin
Just some habits of highly effective MC's
Y'all is [bad word] rap, my speech made you weak in the knees
But talk's cheap, I'm straight from the streets
I'm action-oriented when I'm screamin KILL [bad word] POLICE
I read books, reap intelligence [bad word] my bad looks
I roam with God-bodies and crooks
But when I rest my head at night, I'm just happy that I made it
Cause someone could take your life, be it my friends or my neighbors
Whether, you police or a thug on the streets
Whether, you look for beef or you livin in peace
Whether, you back down or you stand strong bold
Yo we never know what tomorrow gon' hold
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We can live today, but we're not promised tomorrow
We can pass away, say goodbye to yesterday
We can live today, but we're not promised tomorrow
We can pass away, say goodbye to yesterday
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