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As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left
'Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long, that
Even my momma thinks that my mind is gone
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
You better watch how you talkin' and where you walkin'
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke
Fool, I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night, sayin' prayers in the streetlight

Look at the situation they got me facin'
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the state
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watchin' got me chasin' dreams
I'm a educated fool with money on my mind
Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I'm a loc'd out gangsta, set trippin' banger
And my homies is down so don't arouse my anger
Fool, death ain't nothin' but a heart beat away
I'm livin' life do or die, what can I say?
I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24?
The way things is goin' I don't know
Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me?

Power and the money, money and the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody's runnin', but half of them ain't lookin'
It's goin' on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cookin'
They say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me
If they can't understand it, how can they reach me?
I guess they can't, I guess they won't
I guess they frontin', that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool!

Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me?
Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me?

(okay now)
Here’s the situation
I was raised in a racist nation
And given an inferior education
My representation is in a f**ked up area in the inner city
Where life is sh*tty
And the average self esteem is itty bitty
But we ain’t lookin for no pity
You can miss me
Go ahead and talk but if they diss me
They gon' have to come and get me
They wanna pit me for my sympathy
Actin like they down but if they against me
They tell me touch heat and shoot till its empty
Take my chances in a penitentiary
No touchdown for a century
They grillin me, you feelin me?
Thats why I’m waiting in the bushes
An for those that are responsible that we’re dealin with are all pushers
Put yourself im my position
Whether you knowin or whether you listenin in these conditions
Would you be opposed to some bodies coming up missing?
And when the lights come on
And when you’re watchin the mics and you stay prepared
I hope you ain’t scared
Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me?

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