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its no food in the fridge to feed ya kids/
theese's no lights, so your using the stove to heat your crib/
the roaches on the wall don't even run no more/
there's no furniture you gotta sleep on the floor/
the lock on the door don't even work no more/
since the cops kicked it in, you can't call ya landlord/
cuz' you owe'm rent/
the rent money wasnt spent/
the rent money got took/
by your boyfreind the crook/
he treat you like a jux/
except when u let'm fuck/
ya best friends dont understand why you love'm so much/
or why you let'm beat you/
but they don't know that he complete you/
or the feeling you get from his tounge when he eat you/
you just gotta call that you lost ya job/
cuz u missed 3 days tryna hide ya scar/
ya boyfreind went to jail they impound ya car/
yo kids cant walk to school cuz you live to far/
u jus wanna end it all/
let go let god/
but the demons in ya head say lets go hard/
you try to talk to god/
and pray for it all/
but its hard to stay focused when them boys next door/
is bangin that four/
and slangin that raw/
loud screams from the sirens on the police cars/
i guess we all need some type of hotline to call/
somethings get to embassing to say to the lord/
it's taboo!
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