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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,