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    Thru A Thang

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    Додана 20 лютого 2008 користувачем AND1

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    I'm going through a thang (repeat 3x)
    I'm having problems in my life, steady going through a thang
    Fall to my knees beggin please that my life will change
    My life has been good, but still it riles me, nothing is time is stored
    Jacking this store for a gain of, something cause blacks are killing blacks
    I gots to hustle while i, can
    Don't depend on tomorrow cause I might be a dead man
    I wake up in the morning, there's no food in my, fridge
    My momma give her '86 is cussing out her kids
    Age of 13 I started smoking on that endo
    Kicked it with jodi now I'm peeping out the window
    A lot is on my mind and there's a lotta pressure pressing me
    America and it's system, I figure that they're testing me
    I fall and catch myself, falling in my wisdom
    Daddy's raping daughters and having sex with em
    My mother's turning tricks and I'm ? ? ? no more
    My sister had a baby and she's eating off the floor
    I'm going through a thang, my mind's about to crack
    Somebody took my sack, I gots to take it back
    My heart is in the ghetto cause the ghetto's steady pacing me
    Last night I slit my wrists cause jason was steady chasing me
    No jobs in my city, I thankt that's a shame
    Shorties in the house drinking 40's and we all going straight through a
    Thang
    I'm goin, I'm goin, I'm goin through a thang (repeat 8x)
    I'm having problems, today was a bad day
    My father's creamated, I smoked his ashes and threw em in an ashtray
    My granny had a stroke and my sister's on dope
    And now I read all the suicidal notes that my sister wrote
    But I must move on, I must forget about the past
    Cause see I'm deep in the ghetto and I'm surrounded by broken glass
    It's time to see a murder, my glock is the object
    I'm labeled as a killer, I cause more grief than the projects
    With a revolver in my hand, they don't figure I live too long
    They tell me to live right but my society's living wrong
    I'm sitting in therapy, I got problems I won't admit
    My teacher's a sex fiend and my reverend's a hypocrite
    I'm catching myself from falling, my record deal was stalling
    I'm ooting on them thangs while my mother's calling
    Nothing worth living for but my family and the money
    I pack a .44, so save the fur for the easter bunny
    Cocaine and ? ? ? I don't think I'm a ever change
    All these problems on my chest, got me going through a thang
    I'm goin, I'm goin, I'm goin through a thang (repeat 8x)
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