Verse 1: I know a place where the trees dont grow Just another place where niggaz live low I know a place where life is fucked up Make a wrong move and your ass get stuck up Time aint nothin but a frame of mind And life is like a mountain or a steep ass climb Ive been lookin for a place to leave The only free place is inside of me So lets take a trip, and you dont need a grip But you better be equipped cause it might be some shit African-american, nothin but a nigga Had our fingers on the trigger, but I pulled mine quicker I know a place where there aint no calm and You better stay away if youre soft like charmin South central, los angeles, watts, and compton A nigga on the west coast on his way to harlem
Verse 2:
Now its time to step into the light (light) Put up your dukes, theres gonna be a fight (fight) And when its time to fight, you better fight right Cause if it dont fight right, out goes the light Take a close look at what Im freakin on Niggaz think Im tweekin, but Im speakin on Subject matter, data Information that I gather Through my travels Cause the hardest of the hard, hit hardcore killer Cant stop the slug of a nine millimeter Everybody thinks they know, but they know not If they havent caught a cap on the block *gunshot* So shine up your boots and pick up the pieces Grab a fresh pair of khakis with the sharp ass creases Ring the alarm, here comes the storm I got a firearm on my way to harlem
Verse 3:
I know a place where the sun dont shine Everybody is a victim of neighborhood crime I know a place where niggaz walk the line One false step and they must do time Since Im in the same boat I must stay afloat And sing every note From the quotes that they wrote So, I look into the past and walk the path of the greats So I wont make the same mistakes that sealed my ancestors fates If I had to be a slave Id rather be in my grave If I get in how many lives could I save? One, two, three, a hundred, a thousand My heart is poundin, the devil keeps soundin But he dont want my money, he wants my soul So I reach like a tree, and like a weed I grow My stomach is full, but my mind is starvin Rollin in a g ride on my way to harlem
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