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[Xzibit] Ain`t a damn thing promised to ya Except livin your life, and dyin one day, I`m just bein honest to ya It take a whole lot, just to get a little Gettin caught up in the middle the answer to life`s riddles never, come that easy, but it was easy to lead me, but it wasn`t easy to see me Get up off the block to the TV And sell a couple million CD`s, best believe me You see these callouses on my soul? Couldn`t let hate and paralysis, take control I pick you up when you down `til I can`t no mo` My name sting in your mouth like canker sores Been at war my whole life, sleepless nights Endless fights, but still can`t walk to the light Cause my work ain`t finished on earth, for what it`s worth From the cradle to the hearse, God and family first, for real
[Chorus: singer] Somewhere in the heart of man (somewhere, within, somewhere) There comes a time when he must understand (when he must understand) The strong withstand, the weak will fall {*repeat*} Cause tomorrow may not come at all {*repeat*}
[Xzibit] Life ain`t long, it`s more like a snapshot You can have the top, I live for the hop Never take a day I`m breathin on this planet for granted Time for change, time for growth, peace understandin See but niggaz keep forcin my hand, disturbin my plans Bringin out the soldier in a peaceful man It`s like tryin to build a house on sand; you never get a solid foundation, one man can change the nation Yo I put that on all creation; Haitian, Jamaican African, Asian, Caucausian, Indian Whatever your persuasion, this is the message Time is of essence especially when you`re countin your blessings Lessons learned from the deepest of pain, it`s not a game Keep my name outta your mouth and I`ma keep it the same, ya dig? It`s a shame, graduated to the rap game Only to find out crack and rap was the same thang, damn!!
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[Xzibit] Who got skill? Who got hustle? Who got they family with `em? Who pay for they muscle? Yo it`s all gon` come out in the wash, the lost angel with dirty wings, bullets ricochet off my halo I lay low for no one, I love my life Ain`t afraid of no hard work and sacrifice Was born twice through the life of my seed Makin sure he see a side of life, I was never able to see Hittin home like "Ground Zero," move over now Peace to the real heroes, still underground I put it down for the homies that came that`s hard in the paint I`m livin proof it`s never to late, you straight Once in a while I go back to the main strip And see the same niggaz still doin the same shit And all I can do is increase the flow Put it out, let it soak in, and hope they grow, c`mon
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
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