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which case, your way outta your league
I cover four corners of the earth
Through the tropics of the globe
Concentrate seven seas my dark room keeps me
on the concrete, bleed til the hand's numb
A way of life found, a rim stuck to a pole
An asphalt jungle, soul in the hole

Yo man, I got next!
Next? You ain't
to Halloween
It was dark as death on the streets
My hands were all bloody from punchings on the concrete
God damn, homie
My mind is playin' tricks on me
to Halloween
It was dark as fuck on the streets
My hands were all bloody, from punchin' on the concrete
God damn, homie
My mind is playin' tricks on me
sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger
ha
I was raised by one, it's in my blood son
Cut me deep, might penetrate the concrete
A A.K. with a drop clip where I sleep, nigga what

Put 'cha
Priest, I leave the blood filling in the 
Street 

I'm from the dark hills of Brownsville, the seven shields on windmills 
Across the killing fields,