Paraiso de Pandillas

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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 nothing left
    'Cause I've been brassing and laughing so long
    That even my momma thinks that my mind has 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 ya talking
    And where ya walking
    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 that little homie's wanna be like
    On my knees in the night
    Saying prayers in the street light

    Been spending most their lives
    Living in a gangsta's paradise
    Been spending most their lives
    Living in a gangsta's paradise
    Keep spending most our lives
    Living in a gangsta's paradise
    Keep spending most our lives
    Living in a gangsta's paradise

    Look at the situation they got me facing
    I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the street
    So I gotta be down with the 'hood team
    Too much television watching got me chasing dreams
    I'm an 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 nothing but a heartbeat away
    I'm living life do or die, what can I say?
    I'm twenty-three now, will I live to see twenty-four?
    The way things is going I don't know

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

    Been spending most their lives
    Living in a gangsta's paradise
    Been spending most their lives
    Living in a gangsta's paradise
    Keep spending most our lives
    Living in a gangsta's paradise
    Keep spending most our lives
    Living in a gangsta's paradise

    Power and the money, money and the power
    Minute after minute, hour after hour
    Everybody's running, but half of them ain't looking
    It's going on in the kitchen
    But I don't know what's cooking
    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 front
    That's why I know my life is out of luck, fool

    Been spending most their lives
    Living in a gangsta's paradise
    Been spending most their lives
    Living in a gangsta's paradise
    Keep spending most our lives
    Living in a gangsta's paradise
    Keep spending most our lives
    Living in a 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?

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    Composition: Coolio

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