| Lord, hold my hand, so I will not die in these streets
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| My Lord hold my hand, so I will not die in these streets
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| I’m just sayin', Lord, hold my hand and I will not die in these streets
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| Ooh, Lord, hold my hand, so I will not die in these streets
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| Black owned business is where cement is shipped
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| Everyone lined up, ain’t no innocence here
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| I’m the one you should fear, look at the cap
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| Look at the tag on my back when they see where I’m at in the
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| Black
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| They don’t like that, no, they don’t like that
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| Now we ride to stones and got a bite back
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| Had to switch it up 'cause it was like that
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| Now I got my freedom and my strives
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| 'Cause I interfere them living life
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| I can’t let it trap me in my mind
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| Do mama fell alone, I can’t decide
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| Do I wanna be alone I’ll let you ride
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| But I know things like this don’t just happen for no reason
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| Got my own thing, my mind transform things and now I’m teaching, like
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| I, my, try, my, look how I got’em sayin'
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| Lord, hold my hand, so I will not die in these streets
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| My Lord hold my hand, so I will not die in these streets
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| I’m just sayin', Lord, hold my hand and I will not die in these streets
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| Ooh, Lord, hold my hand, so I will not die in these streets
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| You know, sometimes everybody need somebody to lean on
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| I just got off the phone with little cousin at the end of the day
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| They just tell me how things been changing on the way
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| And you know, it’s awesome, look
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| Like why you go back to that life when you know it ain’t right, now you got you
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| a kid
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| Walk through with the gun in your hand like you goin' to stand with the
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| I knew what it was when you said it in letter and letter be gassin' no kids
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| Like why you be talkin' like that but be scared to react when you ain’t held a
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| smoke and you’re black
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| I know you smoke backwards to get acted up when the judge bring back good news
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| Sayin' how you givin' it up, but look how you given it up
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| You call me collect, but we don’t connect, your mother be stressin' enough
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| She ain’t had raised little thug, all of the above, on everything I love,
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| only One can judge
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| Lord, hold my hand, so I will not die in these streets
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| My Lord hold my hand, so I will not die in these streets
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| I’m just sayin', Lord, hold my hand and I will not die in these streets
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| (careful)
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| Ooh, Lord, hold my hand, so I will not die in these streets
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| Lord, hold my hand, so I will not die in these streets
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| (Lord, hold my hand while I run this race, wo-, wo-, woah)
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| Hey, Lord hold my hand, so I will not die in these streets
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| (Lord, hold my hand while I ru-, run this race) |