| Underage girls having seeds at the age of seventeen
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| Baby daddies signing up for the marines
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| Black streets filled with crack and pipe dreams
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| Fuck peace, niggas is purchasing red beams
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| P89s, Glocks, AR15s
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| It gets so hot, cops don’t want to intervene
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| Cause they can get popped too, simple and plain
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| All the OGs dead, it’s a new ballgame
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| A bunch of young guns in charge who ain’t got heart
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| A few gave a listen to the lessons that was taught
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| Those who took heed was the ones who succeeded
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| The ones who didn’t wound up sharing showers
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| The strong move silent, the weak get devoured
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| Too many fake hustlers, the drug game is sour
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| Rather live like an animal than die like a coward
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| Writing lyrics in the midst of
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| My niggas sniffing powder lines like it’s 1989
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| Just trying to survive in these days and times
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| Just trying to survive in these days and times
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| Just trying to survive in these days and times
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| Cause where I’m from, brothers die everyday, sunny CA
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| Understand the ecology on how we behave
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| Baseheads, drive-bys, it’s just how we was raised
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| Murder for capital, we got to get paid
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| That’s the mindstate that boosts the crime rate
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| Just lost soulds try’na find their way
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| Through this puzzle, every ghetto, N.Y. to L. A
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| Deep inside, I know it’s time for a change, wish I could reach them
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| But I got both feet in the grave and still sinking
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| The environment’ll drive you insane, flooded with demons
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| They motive is to get in your brain, make you a heathen
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| Even have you sniffing cocaine, slanging that reefer
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| I know a lot of niggas that pump, they claim they eating
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| They need to dumb it down, never seen a hundred thou'
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| Loudmouths with loose lips who unloyal
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| Fiends smoking out aluminum foil
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| Just to cope with life’s ills, too much on my mind
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| Just trying to survive in these days and times
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| Just trying to survive in these days and times
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| Just trying to survive in these days and times
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| I swear, unity went out the window, what a shame
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| Back then we was all kinfolks, it ain’t the same
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| I dream of that day when little kids can play in the streets
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| Not worried about getting hit by strays
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| Wish I didn’t need herb to calm my nerves
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| Wish «peace» was more than just a five-letter word
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| It’s hard to be optimistic
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| When you live on the same block as the killers who just got out of prison
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| Still walking with my head up, there got to be something better
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| Than this scene of police sirens and paramedics
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| That’s my philosophy, you feel the same?
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| Then follow me; |
| this is the ecology |