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Texty: Krayzie Bone. Other. Rescue Me.


[Chorus:]
I've been up, I've been locked down
Done had ta bury some'a my reallest niggas underground
Still I pray, Lord Almighty take me away (away away)
(Would you rescue me, rescue me...)I said I've been up, I've been locked down
Done had ta bury some'a my reallest niggas underground
Still I pray, Lord Almighty take me away (Away away)
(Would you rescue me, rescue me...)

When I got in this rap game, I got in ta repentin for all of the bad thangs, erasin my bad name, who said that we can't change?
But you know the world we live in is so cold n so wicked, and explicit
And the people that say they can fix it are the enimies, don't you listen, they're only human
Pretendin to be God, Allah, bullshit
Nigga you play with the Lord and by sword you die
Even now, a nigga with money and power still can't compare with the heavenly father
Nigga your forgetin where he put ya, he could put you falt on your ass
Niggas get a little money n they go through the same thing, they forget where they came from, who made em, who gave em the world
You better think think, stop, drop, thank the Lordy Lordy, that you ain't hungry no moe, ooohh yeah
Cause if you don't he'll take it right back, and your right back where ya started, with jack shit
Nigga ya finished, done with, up shit, that's it
And actually, it's kinda fucked up that we gatta face the reality that what goes up, su
Re better come back down, nigga that's called gravity, gravity

[Chorus]

It's the same old shit in the hood everyday, ya try ta make a livin n dead they lay, it's 6 feet deep in they grave, n they never comin back no more
Just like my boy, life destroyed, put to rest too soon, death the ultimate doom
That bloody murder, 187 mo murda murda
Closer my, for all a my, souljahs that died on the line, think about'cha all the time, I guess I, see ya, see ya at Tha Crossroads (Crossroads), see you at Tha Crossroads (Crossroads), I guess I see ya at Tha Crossroads (Crossroads)
So souljah rest while you sleep, and every time we blow our weed, puff one for you in memory
We dedicate this to all the casualties war
We gon stay strong, n we gunn surely keep on movin on (Movin on, movin on)

[Chorus]

To all my niggas in the cells, my niggas
If you get that chance to rebel, raise hell
Ready to riot, gettin ready to riot