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 [Andre Merritt]
 Been holding this pain inside for so 
 though the rain  goes away
 they say I should leave these  behind me
 but  so hard to escape,
 oh lord please send me  angel
  lead me out of this place,
 send me a 
 far away
 to better days,
 
 [The Game]
 the first thing I wanna  is say wat up to TI,
  of the south, now everybody see why,
 im just driving  thinking how I survived here,
 and I aint seen  and eminem in 5 years,
 that  shady right,
  live a crazy life,
 so many black thoughts I had to  the mercedes white,
 I can tell you about the  but I aint here for that,
 going out like big and pac I  for that,
  this lambo and put 6 holes in it,
 shatter the glass and  my body exposed in it,
 lift  doors up and let all my demons out,
  I can see my brother now cos thats what i been dreaming bout,
 i  thinking bout b-tches or pulling beemers out,
 im thinking  my son safety everytime they leave the house,
 i know how to make it out the hood i seen the 
 and heres the proof me venus  serena out,
 
 [Chorus]
 
 im sitting on these  at this church,
 bout to start a 
 and somewhere in the world somebody about  start a hearse,
  me who inside it, who’s son is that,
 and how he get there, now tell me who  is that,
 i aint saying confess definietly aint saying 
 but if you kiled the n-gga help his  dig his ditch,
 im from the hood where n-gga gotta  their gun cocked,
 kids wear dre beats to stop the sound of gun 
 but at least they got the dre beats cos kids in  aint even got shoes on they feet,
 and i  it on my own eyes at the same time I picking flys off my own eyes,
 can you feel that, if you can hear  buzzing,
  can feel the pain of Mike Tyson and his baby mother,
 they lost there baby daughter and she was  3
 she never got a chance to blossom on the  tree,
 
 [Chorus]
 
 We got a new president and I love that  black,
 but Imma ask him like bush, where  soldiers at?
 now move the camera to new orleans  the soldiers at,
 the water dried up where  do the Nolia clap
 we all juveniles we  been through some trials,
 and some  Im in this booth pacing,
 what do I say next, should I talk about  cars
 or the next chapter of my life and show  all my scars,
 or  bullet wounds and my stab wounds,
 can’t show you I covered  up with tattoos,
 i can’t do nothing but spit  truth,
 on probation smoking drink patrone  I hit the booth,
 you making songs for the clubs while  drinking,
 i make em for the ride home  n-ggas thinking,
 one minute you here,  minute sh-t is tragic,
 and its a Jim  track now fill this stack
 
 [Chorus]