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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Lord for my fans 'cause they love Z- Ro
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I get mail but ain't no letters
from nobody I know
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It's like I've been forgotton, every
since I got locked down
But when my feet hit the ground
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That's when phony homies
Verse 2
come back around
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I'm talkin' fair weather friends
That kick it with you when the
But when the fair weather ends
nobody screamin' free Z- Ro
Like Bun B was screamin'
Free Pimp C
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Accept Flipperachi and Pimp C
Verse 3
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But I'm still livin' and still
pimpin' my pen
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I swear I'm surrounded by women,
most offenders ain't men
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They gossip like they sittin'
in the beauty shop
Can't own nothin',
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too busy criticisin' what the next man got
Verse 4
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And all I hear is I ain't gon' sack
no groceries or work at fast food
at MacDonalds if I had to
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Fuck ridin' homie I'm tryna
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Hopin' I make parole so I can work
Verse 5
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Another birthday came and went,
still wearin' white
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I try to sleep all day long,
so I can ride all night
the only time I get to leave my cell
Is at chow times and showers,
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minutes feel as if they're hours
Verse 6
tryna put some fat on my head
get back on my bread
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So many people want me to fall
I know they'd love to see me on lock
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But in a minute, I'll be back on top,
Verse 7
in due time
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Last year was a hard one but life goes on
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I bump my head against the wall,
learnin' right from wrong
I fall off every ten minutes on
Verse 8
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Last year was a hard one but life goes on
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I never said I was perfect,
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man I come from the block
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I'd be stuck in the same spot
Verse 9
pass me a blunt that's fat
so I can face my enemies again
conversary, catch me at Pappadeux
Time to get tapered by free
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world clippers and choppa clothes
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Plus I gotta leave some
people alone
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That could determine if I go back
to prison or stay at home
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Bottom line, you ain't gotta
be in jail to be doin' time
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It ain't like it's hard to
Verse 10
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tell,
I've re- entered the game
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Ain't nothin changed, except the year
When I left people dyin'
and death is still here
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man enough to kill somethin'
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But too coward to come together
and build somethin'
the caskets are smaller in size
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How the hell a ten year old get
shot eleven times?
me, I'm the same nigga
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Not a troublemaker but y'all know
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I'll never hesitate to pull a trigger
Verse 11
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They say my ghetto instrumental
is influential to black
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I just confess how far I go, not
to get put on my back
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I never made a man kill a man
Even if he was bumpin'
my song at the time
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Murder was his original plan
Verse 12
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I understand there's a time
to be born and a time to die
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Time to laugh and a time to cry
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A time to look for somethin' and
a time to consider it lost
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Time for sadiness and a time for joy
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A time to build and a time to destroy
Verse 13
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A time for war and peace
A time for silence and a time to speak
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And I think it's time we come
together on these streets
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Fill up churches Sunday mornin'
like clubs Saturday night
And have a good worship service just
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like we have a good fight
Verse 14
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'Cause when the trumphet blows it's over,
time is at it's end
forever repent for all of your sins
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And homie I don't give a fuck if
you bloody 'cause
Get you're relationship right with
Verse 15
'Cause it's almost time
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Last year was a hard one
but life goes on
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I bump my head against the wall,
learnin' right from wrong
I fall off every ten minutes on
Verse 16
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Last year was a hard one but life goes on
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I never said I was perfect,
man I come from the block
If it wasn't for time,
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I'd be stuck in the same spot
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