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Its another Friday in the hood
Where shit dont get better it get worse
I was born with a curse
My ppl n i we hurt
So i cook dope to eat
N sell pies to get high
This my life why should i lie
I choose to live this way
I could of went to college
Got a degree n worked a real job
To pay homage alot good that would of done
Without no fucking funds
N with a daughter n two sons
Asking when daddy going be home
Well u see daddy got locked up
Trying to make sure we had enough
But the judge aint care the law is the law
But to see what i saw its all just fraud
They lock us in a pod
A cell n tell us to find god
Well let me out n i will change my ways
N the cop says thats what they all say
Where shit dont get better it get worse
I was born with a curse
My ppl n i we hurt
So i cook dope to eat
N sell pies to get high
This my life why should i lie
I choose to live this way
I could of went to college
Got a degree n worked a real job
To pay homage alot good that would of done
Without no fucking funds
N with a daughter n two sons
Asking when daddy going be home
Well u see daddy got locked up
Trying to make sure we had enough
But the judge aint care the law is the law
But to see what i saw its all just fraud
They lock us in a pod
A cell n tell us to find god
Well let me out n i will change my ways
N the cop says thats what they all say