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    Nas - Gangsta Tears

    [Chorus 2X: Nas]
    (I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only a few can feel my pain
    (I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only if I could show you
    (I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only if you was in this game
    (I'm cryin gangsta tears) You'd feel the whirlwind blow you

    My daily dose is ferocious
    I smoke dope, just as strong as opium
    Hopin I'm close to just breakin frustration;
    speakin on podiums
    Facin this cold world head-on, dead on arrivals
    Young black, poor education guns crack
    The gang violence done that
    Nighttime, the guns blow, streets got snitches
    dealers, bitches, killers and blunt smoke, clubs open
    Benzes, Jeeps, dubs pokin out tires
    Thugs with heat, pay security, to let them slide in
    Huh, I'm at the corner driftin, sippin, Cognac
    To' back, know dat soldiers is packin no secret
    Though I'm broken hearted women done left me hopeless in darkness
    Smokin, driftin in sickness, stand by oceans watch the sun glisten
    I'm soul-searchin, I'm soul-hurtin
    What happens when money don't make you happy
    I wish this on no person
    Ate at the classy places, made all my fashion statements
    I got no friends I'm lonely, don't want no pity save it


    Yo, ride in the nighttime, I'm high, got on my flight suit
    Hood with the night sign, dark colors on
    Pull up the block my brother's on
    I hug him and we blow trees (sup nigga?) Scopin for police
    Guns on our hip, fiends want a fix, stumblin tricks (right here)
    We left the drug game alone
    Brothers is jealous cause we still call the hood our home
    What could you tell us?
    At funerals my eyes swell up (damn)
    Look at my dog lay in the casket
    Twin shotgun barrels had blasted
    And rest in peace for him, is all I could whisper
    as I paid respect, kissed his face and felt hard skin
    It's part of God's plan, but why so many niggaz have to die?
    It's crowded in this place, let the priest and pastor by
    Bandana covers my eye, I'm scopin through the room
    I see killers and thieves, mob bosses and goons
    And yet I feel responsible when my nigga's pronounced dead
    inside the hospital, I wish there's somethin I could do, but..

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