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Been out the way
Took my time hadda stay humble
Kept my eyes up on that prize
No grit
No grind
That greatness coming
I ain't worried bout no niggas

for? On my knees askin', God I need answers
Look at you dead in your eye when I ask if you got any last words
Entitled, to my credit, like the end titles

Never changing, always blazing we Jamaican in this bitch
Yeah, I fucked your trick cuz she say you a fool
Yeah we up, I'm lit, I got her by the pool
I'm

and time
Aliens is you and I
Eye see through your facade
Ha Ha
Nice try
Think you a nice guy
Come from a happy home
Water always staying on
Got cable, TV,

cost me
Of getting that phone call at two in the morning
Crying that somebody died
Can't you tell by the look on my eyes
That I'm scared
Scared to give

Another mother got to bury her son
Either you get carried in a casket
Or you carried a gun
Where I'm from though it's usually both
We keep a uzi

Feel Your Pain

Benzino

The Benzino Project

2001

pain! - Sick torment 'til he's guarded Keep us caged like dogs, go to shit in the yard The only thing that's fucked up, we can't change this shit I feel

Take No Chances

Hangar 18

Definitive Jux Presents, Vol. 3

2004

a source
Of a chance not taken and the prophet is false
cause the answer is fake you ignore all the forks
Keep all the phases of life in the pages
will burn

It feels like everyone is listening to me

Lost in a coma
Overcome with aroma
Romans come and they take your son
Teach him to be a soldier
Now he's

your concern not our concern that humanoids they work to earn
Not your dad with a thermostat
We apply the heat!
That's right son
We move by command
We

the left one
TLC creeping down your block
Find your crib and make a test run
Back then
We was the wrong ones to test son
I learned a lesson
God picked a boy

a million stars and they're out tonight tonight
Which one will be the one to guide you right

With the light that is in your eyes
Holy water from your cries

the formula ain't no way we can stray
Give thanks learn the rules to the game we have to play
Take heed in the last words that I say
To keep your cup filled, it

so Throw it in the bag
I'm giving out deals right before your Very eyes 
An im hoping that you see an aint Living in the times

It's been a long time

I was left to pieces
And now I'm picking myself up
In a crowd cheering me on
But my head keeps flooding

I just feel like giving up tonight
Why

to the poster, rather than
It's 24 by 36 in dimension and about as thick as you're double-fisted dick-grip read

Thanks again for lettin' me phone that friend,

ain't gon' judge you 
I'ma love you 
And show you how it really feel, to have a real nigga by your side 
Wipe them tears from your eyes, for you be

the streets there in the dark
Most any time you'd find her walking the line to a 
Room lit by candles burned half low
Ooh

His papa was a jazz man hard liquor

Cutting these bitches, I'm feeling so sick 
When they ask who done did it, I'll dip in a second
So glad I could end it, the shit that I've
Written

didn’t call it quits
Graduated to a coffin on a thrill-ride scholarship
And yet I still might want a hit
I keep my wallet empty 
Debit go to Jack D

Yeah
It's been long time since I been inspired by desires
But my wheels keep on moving don't matter if I get tired
I'm a hot wire
When I see red I

fuck the eyes on our backs, we're no fucking actors we're beholders.
Keep it in mind when your son will be hit in the guts by some cops' baton.

So dig

on Live it look like three strikes 
Only got one lung watched him run for his life 
Nigga whole run could be done in a night
Muthafuck a song is your son

toothbrush waiting in his new cell
Mama sick and her son ain't doing too well
Outside the wall, the opps giving his whole crew hell
Whole crew hell
But I keep