Outta My Life

Paris

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    Damn, here come another sad song
    Listen to the words cause again it's on
    Gettin' at my best black one more time
    Cause nowadays we droppin' like flies
    Seems like every other week
    Somebody I know gettin' caught up in the streets
    Used to be sad when I heard somethin'
    Now I'm cool if I find out that I didn't know him
    And that's true, I thought you knew
    Cause nowadays we're born to die
    And black life ain't shit
    Oops, there's another one going down
    Shot dead to the ground
    Just one more drug-related
    Fiasco makin' life complicated
    Ask yourself how many of your good friends die
    And then ask why

    So I say, how many dope records do it take
    Before the brother makes sleeping giants awake
    Another day, another call, and it's so wrong
    I can't believe I've seen him just last week, now he's all gone
    Ashes to ashes, dust to dust to gat bust
    Now another one's life is lost, did it twenty-two years old
    Now my heart of pain is turned into a heart of stone
    I feel like I wanna go get my motherfucking gat
    Grab a mask and handle shit, but I'm conscious
    So I think I'll count my losses
    And wish my friend goodbye
    I can't get with the same old, same old
    Black on black, shoot a nigga off scenario
    So I just swallow it down and try to let go
    And see he at the crossroads

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    Now I'm more than a mack, more than a hustler
    More than a d-boy pimp or sport star
    And everybody can't make their way
    Tryin' to rap or dance, I must say that the shit is played
    Still militant, never be ignorant
    More than a motherfucking jig
    Cause I'm heaven's sin, ain't a player
    You're nigga, a jungle-bunny
    More than a coon or spook or porch monkey
    And ain't shit funny
    It's kinda sad we believe that's all that we can be
    Brainwashed and ain't nobody lost but us
    So who's paying the cost?
    So I do what I can do
    Still stayin' true, still payin' dues
    And I still got love for ya
    Don't squat when I talk, just listen
    And get up on that shits you're missing

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    Composition: Paris

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