COOLIO
"Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me?"
Been spendin' most their lives, livin' in..
- As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
- I take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left
- 'Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long, that
- Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone
- But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
- Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
- You better watch how you're talkin', and where you're walkin'
- Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
- I really hate to trip but I gotta loc
- As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
- I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
- On my knees in the night, sayin' prayers in the streetlight
- Been spendin' most their lives, livin' in the gangsta's paradise
- Been spendin' most their lives, livin' in the gangsta's paradise
- We keep spendin' most our lives, livin' in the gangsta's paradise
- We keep spendin' most our lives, livin' in the gangsta's paradise
- Look at the situation they got me facin'
- I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the street
- So I gotta be down with the hood team
- Too much television watchin' got me chasin' dreams
- I'm an educated fool with money on my mind
- Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye
- I'm a loc'd out gangsta, set trippin' banger
- And my homies is down so don't arouse my anger, fool
- Death ain't nothin' but a heartbeat away
- I'm livin' life, do or die, what can I say?
- I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24?
- The way things is going, I don't know
- Tell me why are we so blind to see
- That the ones we hurt are you and me?
- Been spendin' most their lives, livin' in the gangsta's paradise
- Been spendin' most their lives, livin' in the gangsta's paradise
- We keep spendin' most our lives, livin' in the gangsta's paradise
- We keep spendin' most our lives, livin' in the gangsta's paradise
- Power and the money, money and the power
- Minute after minute, hour after hour
- Everybody's runnin', but half of them ain't lookin'
- It's goin' on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cookin'
- They say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me
- If they can't understand it, how can they reach me
- I guess they can't, I guess they won't
- I guess they front, that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool
- Been spendin' most their lives, livin' in the gangsta's paradise
- Been spendin' most their lives, livin' in the gangsta's paradise
- We keep spendin' most our lives, livin' in the gangsta's paradise
- We keep spendin' most our lives, livin' in the gangsta's paradise
- Tell me why are we so blind to see
- That the ones we hurt are you and me?
- Tell me why are we so blind to see
- That the ones we hurt are you and me?
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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