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