| I’m just sittin' in my window, throwin' down pennies to the hell below
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| Puffin' Afgoo with my kinfolk, wishin' for one day more
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| But once my senses burn… this one thing comes to light
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| Life is fading, with each new day. |
| Slippin' through my fingertips
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| And I keep waiting to wake up one day, and life not be like this…
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| Stuck in the gutter
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| What’s pain? |
| What’s hurt?
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| What’s life, if it’s defined by dirt?
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| What’s rich, if I still die a slave?
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| I came naked from the womb, I’ll go naked to the grave
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| Until I make it to the grave, I’m fasho I’ll…
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| Be feelin' empty like a junkie on a coke high
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| But how are you really supposed to feel once your folk die?
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| My only answer… get blowed 'til you’re so high!
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| I can’t believe we can’t see that
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| The whole world’s losin' it’s mind tonight
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| And sooner or later you gotta be that
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| Or homie lose your mind tonight
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| But once our senses turn, this one thing comes to light
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| Life is fading, with each new day. |
| Slippin' through my fingertips
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| And I keep waiting to wake up one day, and life not be like this…
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| Stuck in the gutter
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| I’ll burn until my time is gone
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| Thinkin' about the times I’ve known
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| Everything that I’ve seen
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| Is enough to keep a madman feeling at home
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| I ain’t never let go of the Bible…
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| But I ain’t never let it’s words try and change my life
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| When living day to day is about survival
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| Ain’t a lot of thought put about living right
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| If we’re living for nothing… we might as well die forever
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| With bullets flyin', and homeboys dyin'
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| How can I not think about the afterlife?
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| We fade like leaves, while all the sin that we seek
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| Is the wind, just blowin' us away!
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| Life is fading, with each new day. |
| Slippin' through my fingertips
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| And I keep waiting to wake up one day, and life not be like this…
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| Stuck in the gutter |