| They sayin' I’m the last of a dyin' breed
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| And this generation is in a dire need of a voice like me
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| Someone to embody the glory, I guess that’s me
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| Someone to tell the story of the people like me
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| Those who came from nothin' and fought like me
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| They said that I’d be nothin', I’d be dead by 23
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| The pastor said becase I’m Muslim I’ll burn eternally
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| And my sheik said because of my tattoos, Heaven I’ll never see
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| So I’m out in the open, all alone, searchin' for some peace
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| Mentally I feel enslaved by this weak economy
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| So I’m thinkin' 'bout buyin' a piece and robbin' everyone in front of me
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| But the funny thing is, we all feel it
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| I’m just speakin' of pain that we all live with
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| But we God’s children, civilians of the ghetto
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| But cry so loud, I’d be damned if they throw this echo
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| They tellin' me to let go, ask me why am I upset for?
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| Yeah, I’m upset
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| Yo
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| Cause you won’t except the people that I rep for
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| The kids with broken hearts and torn souls that find it hard to let go
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| Confusin' them with your religions
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| And lyin' politicians, throwin' us in you prisons
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| Makin' us welfare recipients with no hope, so why hope?
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| You bastards listen before it’s a nation of millions I provoke
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| And we show up at your front door
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| Weapons raised, no questions, man
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| You knowin' what we come for
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| Respect of the utmost
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| Rippin' my heart was so easy, so easy
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| Launch your assault now, take it easy
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| Raise your weapon
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| Raise your weapon
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| One word and it’s over
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| Raise your weapon
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| Raise your weapon
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| Raise your weapon
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| Raise your weapon
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| Non, non, nonviolent what they tellin' me
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| But a killer is what closin' me, no mercy for they punk ass
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| They threw too many shots, not to bust back
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| I came too far to go back
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| All these words I done spat
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| The coallition you been warned that it’s combat
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| So black gloves, black mack, I’m strapped up like Cojack
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| Niggas better run like Bo Jack
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| I’m blitzin' with these raiders
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| All these haters better Code Red
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| You punks better run inside
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| Cause these dogs that ride noses’re red
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| And they so fed up with all this corny fake shit
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| They want real, and they so trill
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| And they throw steal and they don’t feel
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| Sympathy toward your judgement
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| You can call the law or call the gods
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| But they still not budgin', so we thugin' until they brung in
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| Standin' here 'til the sun dim and it’s back up
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| Lexus, got 'em raised up
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| No power 'til we was raised tough
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| And we all together, so get raised up or get rolled on
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| Got crips, bloods, and them Stones on
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| This revolution is so strong, and this war we ain’t start alone |