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by 2Pac Time goes by puffin on lye hoping that it gets me high Last year was hard one but life goes on hold my head against the wall. Learning right from wrong They say my ghetto instrumental. Detrimental to kids. As if they can't see the misery in which they live. Blame me for the outcome. ban my records you don't have to bump this but please respect it. I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us. Turned into a plus, now they stuck living blinded.
Hennessy has got me feeling bad. Sitting in my car watch the stars and smoke I came a long way but still I got so far to go. Dear mama, don't worry. I'm a watch for snakes. He [they?] upset you that other lover but it's hard to date. I got the letter that you [she?] sent me and I cried for weeks. This is what came out when I tried to speak. All I heard was: Time goes by Puffing on lye hopiung that it gets me high got a nigga going crazy 1,2,3,4 I see bloods and crips running up the hill. Looking for the better way. My brothers and sisters it's time to bail [?] because even thug niggas pray. Hoping God hears me. I entered the game. Look how much I've changed I'm no longer innocent, casualties of fame. Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places. And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face. When I gave her the keys to her own house This is your land Your only son done became a man Watching time fly I love my people do or die But I wonder why we're scared to let each other fly June 1-6-7 the day Mama pushed me out her womb and told me 'nigga get paid'.
No one can understand me.
I run the streets a young runaway Time goes by Puffin on lye Hoping that it gets me high..
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