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Another day I awake

Another day I have to wonder

How many of my doggs

Will this world take under



The streets are a black hole

And more friends are being sucked in

We all play the game of life

But it seems no one can win



I see my homies now

And I think back just three years

And when I see what this world has done

It swell's my eye's with tears



It started out as weed and liquor

And I'm not saying that it was cool

But then it turned to eight ball's of powder

And homies dropping out of school



When it got like that I walked away

And even though I belive I'm right

Damn, It hurts to see my boy's

Cause I remember we was tight



I wish I could go back in time

To the way it used to be

Before the street sucked out our soul

And we sucumed to the street's misery