Fool, death ain't nothing but a heart beat away, I'm living life do or die, what can I say? I'm twenty-three now, will I ever live to see twenty-four, The way things is going I don't know. I'm a locked out gangsta, set tripping banger And my homies are down so don't arouse my anger. I'm an educated fool with money on my mind Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye. So I gotta be down with the 'hood team, Too much television watching, got me chasing dreams. Look at the situation, they got me facing, I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the state. We keep spending most our lives Living in a gangsta's paradise. We've been spending most our lives Living in a gangsta's paradise. Fool, I'm the kinda g that little homie's wanna be like, On my knees in the night Saying prayers in the street light. I really hate to trip but I gotta lob, As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke. You betta watch how ya talking And where ya walking Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk. Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of. But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it. 'Cause I've been blasting and laughing so long That even my momma thinks that my mind has gone. As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life And realize there's nothing left.
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