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One Day At A Time
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2Pac
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(2Pac) Sometimes its hard, to wake up in the morning Mind full of demons, I dont wanna hear 'em anymore Got me heartbroken, fine, So many babies screamin Cuz they seeing destruction before they see a human being So they start smokin weed, we'll never get our day Until we learn to pray, keep our families safe Cuz they all broken, why? Two ghetto birds die Before we learn to fly Somebody else can say im pokin guns, smokin weed Can all make the change so im told but i haven't seen a change unfold I keep hopin, please! If you prefer to breath Communities in need, of people that we lead Keep your eyes open now, then only say I try Until the day I die, I promised to be wise With my heart open, greed, brings only misery A weight of tragedy, so I stay sucker free Only a few chosen rise, my ghetto queens rise Dont be afraid to try, too many of us die For the thought of hopen wise, my brothers speak wise They focus on the prize, till everybody dies (Eminem) I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talking to em Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em I'm like a thug, with a little bit of 'Pac influence I spew it, and look how I got you b*t*hes rocking to it You motherf**kers could never do it like I can do it Don't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it Don't ever in your life try to knock the truest I spit the illest sh*t ever been dropped in 2-inch So ticky-tock, listen as the sound ticks on the clock Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on the c*ck Listen to the sound of me spilling my heart through this pen (2Pac) With my heart open, greed, brings only misery A weight of tragedy, so I stay sucker free Only a few chosen rise, my ghetto queens rise Dont be afraid to try, too many of us die For the thought of hopen wise, my brothers speak wise They focus on the prize, till everybody dies (Hopsin) Stop and listen I'll rock it wicked, no competition on the sh*t You gotta get it, there's nothing hotter than it A whack rapper's what Hopsin isn't, I'll kick it To ya if you got a minute you'll bob ya'head like a walking pigeon Quit my position, I'm kinda different when rhymes is kickin' I got lots of this, I vibe to it as I rock a fitted The amount of people that's feeling me is a high percentage They know I'm tight, but I'll be conceited if I admit it I'mma con the game until I'm up at the top of it And don't be chicken to call me out if you got a problem with it Un-silenced sh*t is gon' get you stuck in some violent sh*t And feelings will be hurt so you're better off if you mind your business Don't get it started, with that n***a Marcus, that kid retarded It's gon' evolve to some ruckus, he'll prove your sh*t is garbage He'll be the illest artist, realist on this rap All you n***as out there wanna get him on your tracks (2Pac) With my heart open, greed, brings only misery A weight of tragedy, so I stay sucker free Only a few chosen rise, my ghetto queens rise Dont be afraid to try, too many of us die For the thought of hopen wise, my brothers speak wise They focus on the prize, till everybody dies
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