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