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If it wasnt for bad luck, hell i guess that a nigga wouldnt have none but when I think about it , what would i be without my gun How could i get away from the po-po's, if a, nigga couldnt run and how i was given a daughter when i always prayed for a son Trick Daddy life is crazy aint it, sometimes i even think the same thing ive been waiting on freedom to ring hell but aint a thing changed and i lost my brother in the struggle, Teddy here lost his mother, and i'm thinking if i lose mines whos gonna raise my brother not to be a thug, stay in school, dont use drugs who'll teach him right from wrong and show them boys, true love so i pray for the better days, face the bomb and the run-a-ways and i put my guns away and i pray for peace on sunday, its crazy aint it And the muslim, jews, and christians, but know that we are all god's children theres only, one him, plus aint none of yall confronted him so blind in our own minds we wouldnt even know god if we was in front of him and, i read your books and know all your remixes to the bible what about a verse for the thugs curled with drugs and survival thats asking for chapters naming Martin, malcolm and faricon in all my history books the only one died was the americans and thats the point of mine, whos responsible for vietnam and hold on theres more we had two world wars and how come the judges make more than the teachers is making when they the ones raising all the taxes and got us fighting for education life is crazy aint it