they`ll never take me alive,
im gettin` high with my fo-five cocked on these suckers time to die.
even as a youngster causin ruckus on the back of the bus, i was a fool all
through high school kickin up dust but now im labeled as a trouble-maker, who
can you blame, smokin weed helped me take away the pain, so im hopeless.
rollin down the freeway swirvin, dont worry, im `bout to crash up on tha curv
cos my visions blury.
maybe if they tried to understand me what could i do, i had to feed my fuckin
family, what else should i do but be a thug, slangin with the homies, fuck
hangin with the phonies in the club.
got my mind on major, never been a stranger to homicide, my citys full of gang
bangers and drive-byes.
why do we die at an early age, he was so young and still the victim of the 12
gage.
my memories of a corps, mind full of sick thoughts, and i aint going back to
court, so fuck what you thought
im drinkin hennessy, runnin from my enemies, will i live to be twenty-three
and so much pain
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tired of the strain and the pain. yeah
tired of the strain and the pain
years and years of that rough life
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