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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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They don't
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even know the tears I cry,
Em
I scrap up my boots and dry my eye,
D
Em
but one thing I know for sure,
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I'm gonna make it up out
Em
this skid tower.
D
Em
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They don't even know the tears I cry,
Em
I strap up my boots and dry my eyes
D
Em
But one thing I know for sure,
D
Em
I'ma make it up out this ghetto
I tell them let me loose,
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I tell them let me free
Em
Cause I am more than the streets
and whatever you believe
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Strap up my boots and leave, get away
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I'm tired of myself
Em
Survived the recession,
though times are hard
my mind is progressing
Find a profession,
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they kindly wanna find you with weapons
From dime to the nine,
Em
before you get there buy
you a necklace
Times have been reckless,
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but tell me is it you to blame?
Em
Shooting aim shots at each other,
it's the usual game, who to blame?
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I tried lifting,
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but niggas only want lifting
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Whether it come in green form
or white that you sniffing
Might be tripping, thinking damn,
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I wonder if it's a better way
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Or will I be a millionaire,
try to post a better date
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It smells the way it smelled,
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years before the revolution
Em
If you revolve around revolvers,
there's no evolution
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Only solution is to think about
your bank account
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Got your kids and your family
hoping one day you'll make it out
They even know the tears I cry
D
Em
I scrap up my boots and dry my eyes
D
Em
But one thing I know for sure
D
Em
I'ma make it up out this ghetto
D
Em
They don't even know the tears I cry
D
Em
I scrap up my boots and dry my eyes
D
Em
But one thing I know for sure
D
Em
I'ma make it up out this ghetto
D
Em
Shit, racks, shit, check, fuck recession
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I'm electin' to make it hell,
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GPS direction
My progression through
these deader rails
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Childhood, was a child of the hood
Em
Tryna find the good in the
evil climates I stood
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Climbed up, bruised, cut, scraped,
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batted, but what?
Em
They shattered niggas' dreams,
made them huff -puff
I blew the bitch down
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Without the 50 -pound Glock or 9
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Once I found I could rhyme
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I designed escapes from the finer places
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Where I could find the papers
Without illegal capers
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You think a crib, I'm thinkin' acres
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Far away from the avenue
It's dangerous, cause days was
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Full of stress, wear a vest, daily dress
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Ma, keepin' the box cut up
between her breasts
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Test positive for AIDS, daddy died early
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Grave never second -guessed
choices I made
Shit, I made it now
You know the tears I cry
D
Em
I scrap up my boots and dry my eyes
D
Em
But one thing I know for sure
D
Em
I'ma make it up out this skid -toe
D
Em
D
They don't even know the tears I cried,
Em
I scrap up my boots and dry my eyes
D
Em
But one thing I know for sure,
D
Em
I'ma make it up out this ghetto
D
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It seems I already made it
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since they tore it down
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Who the hell built a whole building
just to blow it down?
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It makes you wonder,
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why you getting spare
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parts on your Honda
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Down on the six -pack
and playing cards with your mama
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It's a bigger, better, brighter day,
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at least that's what I thought about
Em
Reaching for the preacher,
now they the ones who they calling out
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All about paper,
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no saviors in the ghetto streets
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The message is, eat the liver,
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a lot of us is still to eat
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I feel the weak, blind, crazy,
cause they down to not
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Might not be the best,
but you still got something to smile about
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Child is out of school,
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but no food is on the table though
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Mama on that pipe,
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so little child ain't got no place to go
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Ain't no place to grow,
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mentally eventually
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Realize the power of what's meant to be
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Em
I gotta vent and leave,
D
to clear my innermost thoughts
Em
Tuggin' on the strenuous path
that most walk
They don't even know the tears I cry
D
Em
I scrap up my boots and dry my eye
D
Em
But one thing I know for sure
D
Em
I'ma make it up out this ghetto
D
Em
They don't even know the tears I cry
D
Em
I scrap up my boots and dry my eye
But one thing I know for sure
D
Em
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Em
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Em
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I'ma make it up out this ghetto
Em
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