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[Verse 1:] Diary of my life on the track But what I started writing started writing back And talkin bout my pops and moms And them blocks and them bombs Sometimes I wonder who sane, Barack or Sadaam Cause them shots and yo them blocks they still the same homie But in people's pockets all that's constant is change homie Homie, I used to hang with the Wu-Tangers 'Til my mans got hit with 36 chambers Swear I'm numb to it, so hardcore Tryin' to undo it in my mind But I'm off course in my Sudan thinkin' 'bout Darfur Tryin' to let go of the pain and the bruises in my brain It's so useless I just throw it to the flames And then use that fuel for my fuses Let it Burn [Verse 2:] I just departed from my home town It's half dead closed own Flags everywhere we been invaded by a ghost town People in them projects they be fightin' in the field I seen my homie switch sides Turn to Vikings for the bills and Steelers for the bucks Letras de cancionesIn the streets we was rebels we had beef with police Duke'd it out the blue devils uh My retrospecs' on I'm drained I'm swerving through memory lane Foot to the pedal tryin' to sustain Swear I'm numb to it, so hardcore tryin' to undo it in my mind But I'm off course in my Sudan thinkin' 'bout Darfur Trying to let go of the pain and the bruises in my brain It's so useless I just throw it to the flames And then use that fuel for my fuses Let it Burn [Verse 3:] Let me be clear it's a been spell If you been here it's been hell If you can't tell is hard to exhale when u inhale See these students, no grammar Hella high school on campus Why it feel like every child life behind's the fucking standard Ghetto Americana Church's prayin why ain't no changes grandma It's because it's unanswered questions unquestioned answers Hella C.O.'s no C.E.O's Hella subway sandwhich artistses No heroes a lot people goin crazy Don't see dough, lotta ego So the attitude that we know Is I; ll put you in a box if I'm P.O.'d That's pissed off, that's postal A lot of people be posted Both sides of the block, no free throw Amigo, I'm out chea next to Reverend Rollo Goodlove play'n Cee-Lo Hella coppers, no halos Hella Doctors, no payrolls See hell has held us hostage and we still think hell is hot shit See I'm fired up for the mamas Hella fired up for they daughters See times up time to rise up and turn they wines into water So put ya problems to a lighter (Let it burn) We are now fightin' fire with fire (Let it Burn) Light up all ya fears and ya doubts until they are undone Melt ya problems and send 'em to the other side of the sun Let It Burn From Letras Mania