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(feat. Russell Lee) [Hook: Russell Lee] See me I'm from around the way, but everyday is gun play But if I had it my way, we would see mo' brighter days I'm just another nigga from the hood, trying to live my life just like I should I'm out here trying to stay alive, in this life of crime [Dougie D:] Heavenly Father help us, and help us all Fight with my back against the wall, is like giving my all Dougie from round the way, in the mist of all of this drama Do my best to be a good father, and a son to my mama All these fucking problems, partnas killing partnas for dollas If I handle it my way, it be brighter days for tomorrow But I'm just another, nigga product made from the ghetto Trying to survive in the ghetto, gaining stripes and my medals Always on my mission, niggaz pay attention and listen In this life of high crime we living, our future is prison Tell me can you see it, are you that ignorant and blind Must you sleep in the coffin, before you decide to mind Can anybody hear me, open up your soul and just feel me This is my reason for giving it to you, like I give it Heaven just hold me, continue to mourn me till my time And guide me with your precious hand, as I struggle and strive Letras de canciones[Hook] [Dougie D:] Jesus oh my God can you hear me crying, everyday we live we closer to dying Feeling the power of the fire, that's burning inside I'm on my grind, in a savage land where savage survive Only two options for your ass, is you live or you die Niggaz die, on a daily basis constantly frying Victims of pistol play, and mishabit happy I'm not Punching the clock, as the world just spin a tying a knot People lose focus, and they end up in burial plots From K's and glocks, only utilizing tools for the devil Straight and it's busy yeah, this working we killing eachother Help my brothers, do my best to try to be humble But I'm protecting myself, if they approach me with drama Not your average man, live my life on faith in this land Keep my eyes open for snakes, and fuck what a nigga saying I am a grown man, keep your fucking games I ain't playing This is my reason, for telling you everything I'm saying [Hook] [Dougie D:] Do guerilla niggaz ever see heaven, when I die I hope you accept me I been dealing with so much stress, when this earth is unhealthy Trying to get wealthy, in a world where helpful is helpless Niggaz won't hesitate, to bless your head with Smith-N-Wessins Gotta get money, is the only motto I know Live the code of a G, in the streets with heathens and hunters Grinding and pumping, on my focus keeping it coming Mashing the gas on these bitches, I ain't doing this for nothing I'm everlasting, setting fire to all the gases Setting slash in my stashes, all neatly buried or baggaged Crime ain't a option, most of us usually born into it Not saying it's righteous but shit, it's justified when we do it All of my niggaz, lend me your ear heart and your hand Spare me a piece of your mind, to feel what the fuck I'm saying Hoping you understand, feel my passion pain and my plan This is my reason, for giving you everything I am [Hook] From Letras Mania