Tonart: F# minor
Verse 1
Em
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Em
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Em
Everyday
somebody gets killed
C
What's the deal it's 1995
Em
And a nigga wanna live the type
of life that people dream
C
I want things, a crib, a car,
while living the life of a king
Em
I know I take for granted at times
for what I got
C
Still hustlin' and bustlin'
And now and then I stand a pop
A steady battle through the days
C
Mamma think I'm wrong because
I wanna get paid
Em
The system ain't given T-
mo a chance
C
22 on the loose and black
Trying to get the noose a little
Em
slack around my neck
They making it hard for a brother to cope
C
It's still illegal to smoke cess
cause they can't tax
Em
I'm ready to go up in
the warehouse with my ax
C
And chop up shit until they give
Verse 2
my freedom back
Em
Service to what, who
Damn, you got caught sought away out
C
The trait is getting full, calling up your pull
Em
But pull ain't got it
I fell cold inside like
C
A man sleeping on pavement
Em
Under the bridge of I- 20 west
And stress on the face of the man
C
Cussing out the atmosphere with
nobody close enough to hear
Em
And who dat miss they fee
Cuz all they personal shit
C
Is sitting on the front lawn
of Apple Tree
Em
And for those who ain't got take
Before the owner shows back
Police you call
Em
But wasn't no marshall
there to watch your stuff
C
See I stand tall to this world
Like a kid walking rapping
Em
his rhymes to himself
A book on a shelf of many
C
MC's seen them come and go
Style free with Cool Breeze
Em
Til it's thick like dat fog
C
Stacking away my extra for
a engine for tha hog
Em
Dropping a point from the East
C
From a location out tha trees
Verse 3
360 degrees
Em
Born into these crooked ways
C
I never even ask to come so now
I'm living in the days
Em
I struggle and fight to stay alive
C
Hoping that one day I'd
earn the chance to die
Em
Pallbearer to this one,
pallbearer to that one
C
Can't seem to get a grip
Verse 4
cause, my palms is sweatin'
Em
Niggas ain't getting no where fast but,
Em
Why sunbeam burst off bas
kets nearly blinding me
C
Almost dropped ma end of
the casket
Em
Woodgrain and the only thang
on my brain
Is where this coward hang
Em
Atlanta Fountain Lane
C
Forgot the batch niggah got thirty years
Em
Lord forgive me and my foes I know
Revenge is best served when
cold by those
God don't care whether you
Ain't no turning in your playing
Better tighten up your belt man,
The first instinct because,
Ooh, you know how it
Victims rarely get a chance to think twice
Verse 5
Em
As he laid in the final resting place He
had such a peaceful
expression in his face
C
My visions blurry from crying
Em
But it ain't hard to see that
At any time it coulda been me
C
It's about 90 degrees outside
But yet it felt like I'm froze
Em
The ceremonies come to a close
C
I toss a rose but just can't seem
Damn I done fucked around and got upset
C
But it ain't nothing we can do
Em
It's bigger than me and you
One day our time coming too
C
So ain't no use in being sad
Leaving here was probably
Em
the best gift he ever had
We should be glad
C
Maybe his life was something
Em
That he had to give to show me
That I need to be responsible
I won't complain about my pain
Em
But I just ain't gone let my
niggas die in vain
C
So Bean I'm gone make it for you
The cycle that these young black
Em
men keep goin through
I'm gone break it for you
C
And start takin care of me
Em
And me consist of all my
friends and my family
C
Em
From now on, until I'm gone
Verse 6
Born into these crooked ways
C
I never even ask to come so now
I'm living in the days
Em
I struggle and fight to stay alive
C
Hoping that one day I'd
earn the chance to die
Em
Pallbearer to this one,
pallbearer to that one
C
Can't seem to get a grip cause,
Outro 1
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