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me?) Doubt it, ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)

So yeah dad let's walk
Let's have us a father and son talk
But I bet we
me?) Doubt it, ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)

So yeah dad let's walk
Let's have us a father and son talk
But I bet we
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by winter, it's a cold
thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back,
and the pump
You turn the page on the newspaper, see my face in the front
I lock it down for all my niggas that still caged in the dump
So if I come, nigga, just
woolie thai 
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie 
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver 
My man put the battery in my back,
said lord I've gone the wrong way I've learned the hard way
We live we die the years fly by like white lines on the high way
Slow me down and make me
of the latest Rap Pages
Turn the Projects to black Vegas
Don Kingin' niggas, make 'em sign blank papers
It's the American way, do my enemies pray or is it just
of the latest Rap Pages
Turn the Projects to black Vegas
Don Kingin' niggas, make 'em sign blank papers
It's the American way, do my enemies pray or is it just
get dealt by the system
He drew a picture of freedom with many dimensions
This picture proved to be bigger than Black and White
A young soul named
Left alone with a cold blank stare
I feel like giving up
I was blinded by a paradise
Utopia high in the sky

A dream that only drowned me
Deep in
on

[Verse]:

Aiyyo, aiyyo
E-lec-tric slide on them niggaz
Drive by on them niggaz
Show'em that killas is live and fly figures
Fruit-flavored Nikes
Now
I be dissin a
Unofficial that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, ga**ed up by a cokehead cutie pie

Jungle survivor, f*** who's
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie

Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver
My
worthless our lives are to the justice system
I struggle, to explain the situation to my son, it's hard

[Verse Two]
N****z with knowledge is more
a page from my brother Drew
"Where you at?" "Crenshaw" "Yo nigga, I'ma dip on through"

[ CHORUS ]
I'm finna hit the Chaw
And dip straight on by the law
silence
He was found naked and dead
With a smile in his face, a pen and 1000 pages of erased text

Save me!

Be still, my son
You're home
Oh when
made the front page
Left a son and a pregnant wife
That's just another fact in these facts of life

(Chorus)
These are the facts of life
These are
silence
He was found naked and dead
With a smile in his face, a pen and 1000 pages of erased text

Save me!

Be still, my son
You're home
Oh when
to make the system look stupid, [yo]
They rather look you in the face and shoot it
And leave your spot looted [or what]

Or leave your whole life blank