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They got a nigga shedding tears, reminiscin on my past fears
Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that i've been marked for death
My heartless breath, the underlying cause of my arrest
My life is stressed, and no rest forever weary
My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the
Cemetery
Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnessecary, i'm gettin worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us ghetto bastards
What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire