Penitentiary chances, the devil dances And eventually answers to the call of autumn All them fallin' for the love of ballin' Got caught with thirty rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin Inter-century anthems based off inner-city tantrums Based off the way we was branded Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon And at the airport, they check all through my bag And tell me that it's random But we stay winning This week has been a bad massage, I need a happy ending And a new beginning and a new fitted And some job opportunities that's lucrative This the real world, homie, school finished They done stole your dreams, you don't know who did it I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS I won't be satisfied 'til all my niggas get it, get it? Ain't no question if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Is hip-hop just a euphemism for a new religion? The soul music of the slaves that the youth is missing But this is more than just my road to redemption Malcolm West had the whole nation standing at attention As long as I'm in Polo smiling, they think they got me But they'd try to crack me if they ever see a Black me I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me If a nigga ain't shootin' a jumpshot, runnin' a track meet But this pimp is at the top of Mount Olympus Ready for the world's games, this is my Olympics We make 'em say ho 'cause the game is so pimpish Choke a South Park writer with a fishstick I insisted to get up off of this dick And these drugs, niggas can't resist it Remind me when they tried to have Ali enlisted If I ever wasn't the greatest, nigga, I must have missed it
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