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 [Andre Merritt]
 Been holding this pain  for so long
 though the rain never  away
 they say I should leave  streets behind me
 but its so  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  seen dre and eminem in 5 years,
 that  shady right,
 i  a crazy life,
 so many black thoughts I had to  the mercedes white,
 I can tell you about the rims but I  here for that,
 going out like big and pac I  for that,
  this lambo and put 6 holes in it,
 shatter the glass and leave my  exposed in it,
 lift the doors up and let all  demons out,
 and I can see my brother now cos  what i been dreaming bout,
 i aint  bout b-tches or pulling beemers out,
 im thinking  my son safety everytime they leave the house,
 i know how to  it out the hood i seen the route,
 and heres the  me venus and serena out,
 
 [Chorus]
 
 im sitting on these stairs at this 
 bout to start  verse
 and somewhere in the world  about to start a hearse,
 tell me  inside it, who’s son is that,
 and how he get there, now tell me who gun  that,
  aint saying confess definietly aint saying snitch,
 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  stop the sound of gun shots,
 but at least they got the  beats cos kids in africa aint even got shoes on they feet,
 and i seen it on my own eyes at the same time I picking  off my own eyes,
 can you feel that, if  can hear them buzzing,
 you  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 family 
 
 [Chorus]
 
 We got a new president and I love that  black,
 but Imma ask him like bush, where the soldiers 
 now move the camera to new  where the soldiers at,
 the water dried up where  do the Nolia clap
 we all juveniles we all  through some trials,
 and some tribulations, Im in  booth pacing,
 what do  say next, should I talk about some cars
 or  next chapter of my life and show you all my scars,
 or my bullet wounds and my stab 
 can’t show  I covered them up with tattoos,
 i can’t  nothing but spit the truth,
 on probation smoking drink patrone  I hit the booth,
 you making songs for the clubs while n-ggas 
 i make em for  ride home when n-ggas thinking,
 one  you here, next minute sh-t is tragic,
 and its a Jim Johnsin track  fill this stack
 
 [Chorus]