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 [Andre Merritt]
 Been holding this pain inside for so 
 though the rain  goes away
 they say I should leave these streets behind 
 but its  hard to escape,
 oh  please send me an angel
 to  me out of this place,
 send me a 
 far away
 to better days,
 
 [The Game]
 the  thing I wanna do is say wat up to TI,
 king of the  now everybody see why,
 im just driving and thinking how  survived here,
 and I aint seen dre and  in 5 years,
 that sound shady 
  live a crazy life,
 so many black thoughts I had  paint the mercedes white,
 I can tell you about the rims but I aint here  that,
 going out like  and pac I fear for that,
 take this lambo and  6 holes in it,
 shatter the glass and  my body exposed in it,
 lift the doors up and let all my  out,
 and I can see my brother now cos thats what i been dreaming 
 i aint thinking bout b-tches or pulling  out,
 im thinking bout my  safety everytime they leave the house,
 i know how to make it out the  i seen the route,
 and  the proof me venus and serena out,
 
 [Chorus]
 
 im sitting on these  at this church,
 bout to start a 
 and somewhere in the world somebody  to start a hearse,
 tell  who inside it, who’s son is that,
 and how he get there,  tell me who gun is that,
 i aint saying confess definietly aint  snitch,
  if you kiled the n-gga help his momma dig his ditch,
 im  the hood where n-gga gotta keep their gun cocked,
 kids wear dre beats to stop the sound  gun shots,
 but at least  got the dre beats cos kids in africa aint even got shoes on they feet,
 and i seen it on my  eyes at the same time I picking flys off my own eyes,
 can you feel that, if you can  them buzzing,
 you can feel the pain of  Tyson and his baby mother,
 they lost there baby daughter  she was only 3
 she  got a chance to blossom on the family tree,
 
 [Chorus]
 
 We got a  president and I love that he black,
 but Imma ask  like bush, where the soldiers at?
 now move the camera to new orleans where the soldiers 
 the water dried  where n-gga do the Nolia clap
 we all juveniles we all  through some trials,
 and some tribulations, Im  this booth pacing,
 what do I say next, should I  about some cars
 or the next chapter of my life and show  all my scars,
  my bullet wounds and my stab wounds,
 can’t show you I covered them up with 
 i can’t do nothing but spit the 
 on probation smoking drink patrone before I hit  booth,
 you  songs for the clubs while n-ggas drinking,
 i make em for  ride home when n-ggas thinking,
 one minute you here, next  sh-t is tragic,
 and its a Jim  track now fill this stack
 
 [Chorus]