2nd Chance

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    I went to see my nigga, he doin' seventeen
    One of the realist niggas, I done ever seen
    Got caught wit' a bird, but his record was clean
    Comin' back from Dade, on da Gator wit' speed
    He a real soldier, but his partner was greed
    Get out when he fourty, went in at twenty-three
    How seventeen years worth one key
    Some shit cost twenty-grand can get you over ten piece
    He ain't wanna hurt nobody, he was just tryna eat
    He had a real job, went to work four days a week
    Said this his last trip, and he was gettin' out the streets
    He a good nigga, second chance all he need

    Some niggas make mistakes, off fucked up circumstance
    Now they life gone, probably gon' die in the pen
    They done gave up on life and put it in God's hands
    I thought this was America, what happened to a second chance?

    Wish I had one chance, to sentence the Judge kids
    And watch 'em beg for they life like my niggas did
    Give them a life sentence fo' some shit that wasn't big
    'Fore they get granted they appeal they gotta do ten
    Shoe gotta be on the otha foot for you to understand
    The scariest shit in the world to be a black man
    What my future holds, wish I knew in advance
    I approach life everyday just hopin' I win
    A lot us already lost, we sittin' in the pen
    This shit crazy 'cause God, he forgive sin
    But when it come to the system that shit don't bend
    I guess it do, dependin' on the color of yo' skin

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    Some niggas make mistakes, off fucked up circumstance
    Now they life gone, probably gon' die in the pen
    They done gave up on life and put it in God's hands
    I thought this was America, what happened to a second chance?

    I thought it was understood, nobody was perfect
    So, how can one mistake make yo' life worthless
    God made us all, put us here to serve a purpose
    Yo life in twelve strangers hands to come back with a verdict
    But is that really fair, what if they all was dirty
    You mess up one time, and they come back with thirty
    But if you ain't got money, yo whole family hurtin'
    Then you ain't got a choice, you gotta cop out early
    But if you was rich, you wouldn'ta got them thirty
    What if the Judge racist, nobody'd overturn it
    The system fucked up, because it ain't sturdy
    Welcome to America, home of the controversy

    Some niggas make mistakes, off fucked up circumstance
    Now they life gone, probably gon' die in the pen
    They done gave up on life and put it in God's hands
    I thought this was America, what happened to a second chance?

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    Composición: Algernod L Washington, Big Gates y Bryan Tyson

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