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Why it be this life of crime? next.

Why it be this weight of time?

except, after I flick this guy a dime

he turns and says to me in rhyme...

 

I done lost some real ni**as to the streets

I be on the grind while they rest in peace

21 gun salute, 21 gun salute

21 gun salute, 21 gun salute

 

but how do you tell a guy who

seen his whole world dissipate before his own eyes?

Wearing his soul on the outside,

the war is the war against the wall that a fight inside.

Feeling supported by feeling some pride,

it's killing the feeling but he's pretending "survive".

Hold it real, so he's staring me right in the eye telling me,

selling me, telling me, selling me

...tell me something.

 

 

Go figure, the guy wants to persevere

but he calls himself a figure of speech

but thats life in the streets

naming out the old names

pull the trigger and just reach

difigured by the slander

we all slaves to the same crooks

if you understand that,

you shoot for the same books

where history's rewritten you sitting here

a mystery misunderstood

and full of hood

so tell me something

sell me something

 

 

So we standing with the white crosses feeling proud

squinting in the gun powder banging loud

wanting some more fear just to steer it but the government is laughing now,

laughing how?