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[Intro: sample]
I know how tough it is *gunshot* [Killah Priest] My life flashes, I`m eight years old, my face stares cold At the pastor, as he picks up the robe He reads a chapter, his voice is like, grabbin` my soul The seeds turn blacker and finally it fades out slow The hearing after, a whole brand new screen show I hear laughter, it`s my birthday, I`m eighteen years old I`m on gates between Monroe, eight fiends and young hoes The flake dreams with gun blows, wake screams and blunt rose Up, they lit it, some hit it, I`m drunk So much, that I can`t see straight Another flash, I`m in a fancy place A waiter walks over, hands me a plate I trance it to escape, but it`s too late I shoot my casket, my moms screamin` bastard Ya`ll know who killed them, filled them with them lugers Ruger, you God damn hoodlums But it`s too late, I see the king in the New Jerusalem I can touch the gates [Chorus 2X: Savoy] Time keep on ticking Stay focused, ain`t no time for politicking Got to keep our young brothers out of prison Every day, I dream it feels like a nation, listen [Killah Priest] Was this my fate, to be judged in this place Angels watchin` me, I step up to plead my case I see his face in black space, okay let me back space Somethin` went front between that gat and my waste Somethin` went wrong between the slow reaction when they were clappin` my way Is this the judgment, the place where every thug has been After hearin` gun fire, and slugs go in Are you the chosen, or the one known as the omen The gates are open, I wanna know where I`m going Is this the place I was destined to come, I slept in the slums Next to a bum, saw death pestilence and guns I was born cold naked and young Mouth open, rings slashin` off of cardboard, wettin` my tongue We prayed for the shepherd to come I was called a monster, I was a youngster Crawlin` out the dumpster, toes were bloody, clothes we muddy Eyes were crummy, peeped to the skies above me Cried I`m ugly, found out this life don`t love me Despised by the country, paralyzed in my one knee Talked to the most high, Priest, hug me, real, real [Chorus 2X] [Interlude: Savoy] No, no, no, no, no, no, no Priesthood, Savoy Murda G-13, what`s poppin`, oh, no, no, no No, it`s real, it`s real It`s real, just sing it when it`s real It`s real, it`s real, it`s real, it`s real [Chorus 2X]
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