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  1. they say pt 2.

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they say
the love of the dough
it can slow how you grow
trick you into feeling like
your thoughts you don't know
and so this life's not a show
gotta pay what we owe
to live the rich life
we must give to the poor

I hear the preacher telling me
To be content, with what I got
He ain't the one that's getting shot at
On my block
I know he's just trying to help
He means well
My homies in the pen
See him visit at the jail.
Its hard to hold hope
With kids crying in
Crossfire shot and
Babies are born dying
Crack or meth addicted
Eyes getting redder
Momma and poppy gone
Cause they cracked under pressure
Catch 22 is the case
That i see
Kobiyahsi Maru
Closing in on me
I'm still looking for some peace
Will it ever cease
Or just increase
After I'm deceased
they say
the love of the dough
it can slow how you grow
trick you into feeling like
your thoughts you don't know
and so this life's not a show
gotta pay what we owe
to live the rich life
we must give to the poor