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  • eiht_98
    Confirmed User
    • Jan 2001
    • 6103

    #1

    me against the world

    Can you picture my prophecy?
    Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
    The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin
    There ain't no stoppin me
    Constantly movin while makin millions
    Witnessin killings, leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings
    Carries to children cause they're illin
    Addicted to killin and the appeal from the cap peelin
    Without feelin, but will they last or be blasted?
    Hard headed bastard
    Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermath
    More bodies being buried -- I'm losing my homies in a hurry
    They're relocating to the cemetary
    Got me worried, stressin, my vision's blurried
    The question is will I live? No one in the world loves me
    I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers
    Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin this anger
    Don't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is
    What's the use unless we're shootin no one notices the youth
    It's just me against the world baby
  • Basic_man
    Programming King Pin
    • Oct 2003
    • 27360

    #2
    Are you okay man? Please call 911 NOW!
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    • eiht_98
      Confirmed User
      • Jan 2001
      • 6103

      #3
      Originally posted by Basic_man
      Are you okay man? Please call 911 NOW!
      I'm fine, thanks.

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      • Corleone
        C.R.E.A.M
        • Apr 2003
        • 15262

        #4
        Could somebody help me? I'm out here all by myself
        See ladies in stores, Baby Capone's, livin wealthy
        Pictures of my birth on this Earth is what I'm dreamin
        Seein Daddy's semen, full of crooked demons, already crazy
        and screamin I guess them nightmares as a child
        had me scared, but left me prepared for a while
        Is there another route? For a crooked Outlaw
        Veteran, a villian, a young thug, who one day shall fall

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        • 69pornlinks
          Confirmed User
          • Mar 2003
          • 5560

          #5
          With all this extra stressin
          The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath
          When will I finaly get to rest? Through this supression
          they punish the people that's askin questions
          And those that possess, steal from the ones without possesions
          The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons
          Don't settle for less - even the genius asks questions
          Be grateful for blessings
          Don't ever change, keep your essence
          The power is in the people and politics we address
          Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic
          And when you get stranded
          And things don't go the way you planned it
          Dreamin of riches, in a position of makin a difference
          Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen
          If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change
          It wasn't nuttin like the game
          It's just me against the world


          It IS what it IS

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