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If I?m Still Here

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If I?m still here that means I moved on, I?m still strong, I?m still breathing
That means I won?t stop, I don?t fear, I?m not grieving
And what you cloudy ass niggas say I?m not feeling
Who should I fear nigga you
Cuz I?m still here
That means I moved on, I?m still strong, I?m still breathing
That means I won?t stop, I don?t fear, I?m not grieving
And what you cloudy ass niggas say I?m not feeling
Who should I fear nigga you
Cuz I?m still here

K-5
I?m a member of this generation X like Malcolm
No point in going to war we already know the outcome
It?s prophesized too many guns so many children die
The shots echo through the ghetto is their lullabye
Some share the pain of what remains and have to wonder why
Another stain upon the brain results in genocide
With self destruction in our path we can?t multiply
Because you gotta know the truth to even tell a lie
So light the dark is what we bringin in these shady times
Apocalyptic rhymes like its 1999
But who can shine with dark clouds all over the mind
I go for mine then pray to God my thoughts are fine
You make the change and your family won?t be far behind
Be sublime cuz most of us are stricken blind
Don?t bleed in life so we thinkin everything is fine
But know the time cuz we livin in the mist of crime

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Wiz Kid
That?s why I do unto others before they do me then split
Shaken up the whole world like an epileptic fit
And I?m mad cuz my piece of the pie is already bit
Breast fed by an American dream with small tits
And I?m aggravated cuz my situation is shaded
So I rely on alcohol to keep my feelings sedated
I realize that this affects all the decisions I make
That?s why I?m finding myself makin the same mistakes
And pretty soon it will all balloon and become this major issue
People tell me I need help and should change and I just wish you?d
Leave me alone and let me do my own thing
Let me try my own way so I can see what it brings
And if I fail to achieve I?ll find my own way to grieve
I?ll probably drop to my knees look at the sky and scream
Dear Lord why don?t these people just let me be so I can pave my own way
I choose to struggle alone so poor me

Dreadlock the Hustler
Ain?t having it
These daily operations
I?m equipped with real niggas off the ship
Its time to dip
The three strike law done passed through my hood like crack
Eron is gone my nigga ain?t never coming back
Taxed for being black the general population
The nigga nation ? the gun or weed congregation
Four blocks dissecting the new world order
Life span of the true men is getting shorter
I teach my seeds what they need to succeed
Turn a brotha from another to the other ? did my daily deed
No hearts bleed - that eras deceased
Now I do death defying feats flipping dope on the streets
Can?t compete with a daily job
Forced to steal and rob
Roll with mobs and crews against the same odds ? sick and tired
Of being broke so I?m provoked to grab a dollar by the yoke
My daughters need a coat
With no ritalin you better off twiddling your thumbs
Cuz where mes from we bring more funk than chittlins bear minimum
And that be?s from the bottom
In the heat of the night ? maneuvering in columns
Like dreads I lock em - in the infrared scope gets dropped like soap
Newt Gingrich, Bill Clinton and John the Pope
Plus any other Tom in between
I mean what I say - I say what I mean come clean
Hear the verse from pulp fiction Samuel L. be kickin right before my hammer starts clickin

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