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2Pac
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Dear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness
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I robbed my adversaries, but slipped and left a witness
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Wonder if they'll catch me, or will this nigga snitch
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Should I shoot his bitch, or make the nigga rich?
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Don't wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped
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Hawkin while I'm walkin, and talkin behind my back
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I'm kind of schizophrenic, I'm in this shit to win it
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Cause life's a Wheel of, Fortune here's my chance to spin it
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Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me
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Too fuckin trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me
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Niggaz gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash
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Whip out the nine, now I'ma dive and pump your ass
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Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk
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Snatched him like a bitch, and threw him in the trunk
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The punk thought I was bluffin, but swear I'm nothin nice
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Before I take your life, first wrestle with these, mics
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I listen to him scream, Tray Deee went insane
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I guess the little, mites had finally found his brain
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New Rovers pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen
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Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend
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It's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old timers
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And fuck five-oh, blaow blaow.
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Dear mama, they sentenced me to death
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Today's my final day, I'm countin every breath
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I'm bitter cause I'm dyin, so much I haven't seen
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I know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16
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I got beef with a sick society that doesn't give a shit
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And they too quick to say goodbye to me
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They tell me the preacher's there for me
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He's a crook with a book, that motherfucker never cared for me
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He's only here to be sure
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I don't drop a dime to God bout the crimes he's commitin
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on the poor, and how can these people judge me?
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They ain't my peers and in all these years, they ain't never love me
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I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan
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to keep a nigga in the state pen
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And to my homies out buryin motherfuckers
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Steer clear of these Aryan motherfuckers
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Cause once they got you locked up
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They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot up
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I'm convinced self-defense is the way
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Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day
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I wish I woulda known while I was out there
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Now I'm straight headin for the chair.
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Dear mama, these cops don't understand me
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I turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family
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My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that
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Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back
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I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger
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I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger
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The brother in my cell, is 16 as well
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It's hard to adapt, when you're black and you're trapped in a livin Hell
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I shouldn'ta let him catch me
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Instead of livin sad in jail I coulda died free and happy
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And my cellmate's raped on the norm
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And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin torn
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They made me an animal
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Can't sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz countin cannibals
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And that's how it is in the pen
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Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend
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My mama prayed for me
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Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?)
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Cause when they come for me they find a struggler
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To the death I take the breath from your jugular
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The trick is to never lose hope
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I found my buddy hangin dead from a rope.
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