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Mein Kampf

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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 blasting 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 betta 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 lob,
    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.

    [Chorus]
    We've been spending most our lives
    Living in a gangsta's paradise.
    We've been spending most our lives
    Living in a gangsta's paradise.
    We keep spending most our lives
    Living in a gangsta's paradise.
    We 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 state.
    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 locked out gangsta, set tripping banger
    And my homies are down so don't arouse my anger.
    Fool, death ain't nothing but a heart beat away,
    I'm living life do or die, what can I say?
    I'm twenty-three now, will I ever live to see twenty-four,
    The way things is going I don't know.

    Tell me why are we
    So blind to see.
    That the ones we hurt
    Are you and me?
    We've been spending most our lives
    Living in a gangsta's paradise.
    We've been spending most our lives
    Living in a gangsta's paradise.
    We keep spending most our lives
    Living in a gangsta's paradise.
    We keep spending most our lives
    Living in a gangsta's paradise.

    Power in the money, money in 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, foo!

    We've been spending most our lives
    Living in a gangsta's paradise.
    We've been spending most our lives
    Living in a gangsta's paradise.
    We keep spending most our lives
    Living in a gangsta's paradise.
    We 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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