Well, Well

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[Verse] The street's is a place you don't really wanna go When you need a spot to rest and nowhere to call home [?] for the money, cash exchange on the low Rob a liquor store, rippin' off another crop Bein' watched by the cops with a number next to your name On a piece of paper, home invasions Count the ways that crime pays, see, you gotta lotta time locked up In a state prison, ain't getting' nowhere Any better than this, three strikes and you're out Fuck life for the [?], swear homie Doesn't know what time that is He was schooled by the streets but didn't use his Street smarts It's time we use what they gave us You could see your ancestors painted Rain falls down on this bloodstained earth It's time put the hard work in 'til I pass out March in my heart now, beats under pressure 'Cause what they left us, imagine in '67 So we ain't finished yet, and they can run outta priv-
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