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Thoughts of a maniac..

Feeling dan-ger-ous..

Cuz Life as it is ,

ain't gone be to much 

"Of"

changing shit.

Fairly More like trying,

-Pac spoke words of defining..

...Quotes. of .no .coats ..

cold ghetto society's..

-talking d Struggles .

"Of"

living .in. poverty. 

Now all they speak is of property

It all Hurts fa what it's worth ..

-Cause .we. all. state. property....

Buying shelter, with no privacy..

"My"

 Endless. thoughts. of,

This

Um..

Fucked up economy...

Now .its .more .racism..

& We can see the formed hate in em

...Like they were the ones stole from Egyptian sands..

Used they hands to build European lands 

Or as If forefathers laid with em..

Tho their ancestors dead...

In their heads they still the same sinners

I love em all ,

they family now

..shit I dun stayed with em

But it's a way of slaves 

Cuz chick-fa-A say they don't even like niggas

Now It's gone come a day

where were treated ways

N have to fight for grace..

We starving mentally 

But no friend of me

Won't even save his plate