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Dear lord,
the streets done changed,
prescription medicine can't treat my pain,
and I don't wanna shoot my vein,
and get caught in the rain tryin to flick my flame...
cause after the slugs fly,
then the thug dies... then it's to the wake to see the doves fly,
oh lord tell me why it's gotta be this way, friends will turn their back on you like carlito's way,
so I keep one eye open whenever I pray,
still on the block tryin to see Jose..
addicted and twisted,
you name it I lived it,
the rough and the rigid,
the curse and the gift is...
 if I can keep my head up high,
then maybe I can see the angels fly... instead of making momma cry,
 I deal with it, 
I live with it,
 so teach me how to be real with it..  and move on...

Did this in my notes on my iPhone
 
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