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Make me feel it  uhhh 
It's in the heart man 
I can feel it right here 
It's in the heart man 
I can feel it right here man  it's real 
(Every year about this time) 
Every year about this time  yessuh 
(There's someone like me) 
There's always a dark cloud that lingers over the city 
There it is 
And I wanna preach about it  looka here 

Every year about this time I get to diggin up 
old school memories that I keep stored in the back of the head 
in the back of my mind that I always seem to find 
When I'm marinatin with my peoples, slappin bones and drinkin wine 
Just come home from Quentin, and all I know is strind 
Grind, time-uhh, dope game been gone it's either 
white collared crime or uhh, clickin da bones 
How can I make some sort of dividends 
How can I get my mathematics on how can I get in where I fit in 
How can I, get in get gone 
Every year about this time it's always, someone like me 
They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key 
Every year about this time it's always, someone like me 
They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key 

(Every year about this time 
There's someone like me 
Every year about this time) About this time, uhh 
(They lock us up, and throw away the key) 

Every year about this time-uhh, oh what a pity 'ater 
Spooky dark cloud lingers, over the city uhh 
Life and death does it, coincide 
Will that, scared man live to tell how, that brave man died 
A j-a-just the other day, coulda sworn I heard a brother say 
White folks kill they parents, but black folks kill each other 
You make the bed you lay in, if this is what you choose 
But if you choose to cross the game, then I'd have to break the news uhh 
Sky-ballin and doin dirt, not haulin dirt 
I'm used to fast cash and big bucks, fuck construction work 
And how can I make some sort of dividends 
How can I get my mathematics, how can I get in where I fit in 
How can I, get in get gone 
Every year about this time it's always, someone like me 
They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key 
Every year about this time it's always, someone like me 
They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key 

(Every year about this time 
There's someone like me 
Every year about this time 
They lock us up, and throw away the key) 

You think I'll ever be able to turn some of this dirty money 
into some clean money? 
Get a bidness license maybe someday start a record company? 
Good intentions but I, never follow through 
I got good intentions but I, never follow through 
Systemized, a big nigga for my shoe size, trust me I'll fuck you 
You ain't from the hood nigga, so you ain't got a clue 
If I ever strike it rich UHH, I ain't gon never move 
Cause I'm a pistol packin weed smokin, nigga witta attitude 
How can I make some sort of dividend how can I 
get my mathematics on, how can I get in where I, fit in 
How can I, get in get gone 
Every year about this time it's always, someone like me 
They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key 

(Every year about this time 
There's someone like me 
Every year about this time 
They lock us up, and throw away the key)

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