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Yeah
I feel like 95 Pac
Me against the world I take 95 shots
From 95 cops or 95 ops
Went to the falls, hit a lick on the 95 block
And we was out there like a nine to five job
Niggas on the gram, like they ain't prone to getting robbed
Niggas on the gram, in the comments, plottin' on your moms
Niggas on the gram, flashing doe, turn you to a John
Really unnecessary, hood so legendary
It ain't been the same since they fell in love with Katy Perry
Made my niggas addicts and they put em in a cemetery
Another black body for the gov like it's commissionary
God damn my nigga, yo this shit is crazy
Shootin' up the grocery store and I ain't got the right to carry
I get a mandatory three and they pleading crazy
God saved me when the devil thought he had me nigga
Yeah, and I don't mean to question you
At times it's hard who to believe, the Muslims or the Jews
Sometimes I sit back to myself like none of this is true
And when my brother died I said fuck it nigga, there go the proof
Yeah, and I been searchin' for the truth
But it's hard to see it when life is taken at 22
And where I'm from it's nothin' new
You watch the news to get a clue
If they only knew what we go through to change they point of view
Yeah, so much anger in my eyes, so much murder on my mind
Nafisa took my ass to church and that shit saved a lot of lives
She an angel in disguise, they was plottin' my demise
I really need her in my life to really steer me clear from lies
I know she gon' check me when I'm gettin' out of line
She gon' do it every time,
And that's the reason why I had to put her in a rhyme
So I never forget the times that her energy was divine
Yeah, and you can never understand
Unless you came this close to kill another man
Unless you came this close, lucky you're gun jammed
When God gave you life but he gave you the shorthand
Yeah, this ain't the time to be afraid
Seeing these crackheads get hyped off of Powerade
And where I'm from I turn every lemon to lemonade
And where I'm from it's the same shit in a different day
Yeah
And I'll make you understand that baby, this is for real
You know sometimes I feel misunderstood
Yeah Nah nigga, this shit ain't over
So much shit to say, nigga, so much more
Let me tell a story about a Central Park legend
Who did some time in Franklin and he did some time in Clinton
Gave them eight years when they sent him off to prison
Missed eight birthdays and eight thanksgivings
All my school plays, every fucking Christmas
All my talent shows, and my graduation
How could you judge this ain't your situation
Put the hood against each other, had no information
Not one judge took that in consideration
In the hood fighting for scraps and liberation
All my brother ever was lacking was inspiration
Let the cannon open like Wayne on Dedication
Yeah, and life was hard since we left the womb
Always shine in the darkness is how the flower bloomed
Yeah, my nigga died before he jumped the broom
Can't believe he left his daughter behind, she was only two
Yeah, none of my homies ever made the news
Even when they got their lives stolen before
22 Yeah, and East Delevan was all we knew
Grew up on Northland, went Hamlin Park where I met the crew
And I had a homie you would swear he a prophet
Dropped gems about the government and all they profit
Ops killed his little brothers when he just lost it
There's a line that you just shouldn't cross, but he crossed it
Yeah, and life is such a monster
It'll cut your shit short when you just trying to prosper
Shorty on the news trying to be a doctor
And got shot in the face cause of a snitch ass father
Damn
Yeah, still got so much shit to say So much more
Yeah, alright
Yeah, alright
Yeah, yeah
You heard my pen and know that I am well respected
If I was in the pen, you know I'd be well protected
I don't like to sin, but I hate being disrespected
I know my death is coming, but somehow it's unexpected
Damn, I got
So much more
So much more
So much to say, baby
So much more
So much more
So much to say, baby
So much to say, baby
Yeah
So much to say, baby
So much to say, baby
Yeah
So much to say, baby
Alright
So much to say, baby
Baby
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
So much more
So much more
So much more
I got so much to say, baby
Writer(s): Hanarlo Manuel
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