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Pastor Troy Move to Mars Here are the song lyrics for Move to Mars by Pastor Troy. For more excellent Pastor Troy lyrics, run a search! Typed by: panic@deathlab.com [Verse 1] Now who the fuck wouldn't be fucked up In the city where crack sells and clientele never tell yo life A nigga beats his wife, damn it's hurting me But I can't help her man the way this grind be working me Dodging the narc's Cop's pulling up they fuck with us Cause we on our corner Can't tell 'em what I wanna If I do I'ma gonna They leave put they just ride the block I serve my rocks, bump 'em out before they next stop Fake ass cops Why the fuck these niggas fuck with me Muthafucker, I'm the one that pay ya salary Don't get fired Green making me so tired Telling they stories, chasing money so I let them bore me I know you could have been All I say is should of been Fuck reminiscing nigga how many hits ya getting So I can hit the house Try to smoke a ounce Let the weed protect me From everything I see in this fucked up reality [Hook: repeat 4X] I'm bout to move to Mars y'all The world a mess [Verse 2] So I'm stuck to fearing of myself I'm nineteen going on death I should've left when I was born Cutting ambilical's The doctor should've cut my arm, right at my vein The pain make's me smoke the reefer Helps me relax It helps me really see this shit, I face the facts I act like I'm loving life, then I act fo' real Nigga's is getting shot, nigga's is getting killed But still nothing's done Questions asking me how--can I sell to my people My people won't help me out I'm pissed but I can't pout Nothing change cause I'm mad Understand life comes and goes So I guess it's a fad I often had to little, simulator my friend So you can't hate me or this game I'm in I have been with out a damn dime And it's fucked up, cause it's happened more than one time Therefore I grind I find myself angry November 18, God let this world claim me Against my wishes But this is how a nigga do ya Once ya born, it's like the Lord never knew ya (cause why) Cause this hell Ya either sell or ya getting sold Like we some slaves Though they say that we free, it's the same shit today A better way, don't lie to me The realest nigga All I can see is reality God told me. [Hook: repeat 8X] I'm bout to move to Mars y'all The world a mess [Verse 3] I've seen enough It's like I'm seeing the same shit again Nothing but thugs as friends Pretend it's cool Yeah, pretends it alright And this nigga begged me for food for the third night-in a row I didn't know that my own was so hungry I wonder if I was a bum would my people disown me Rather lonely, but than again hell we all alone To keep me from snapping I'm acting up on this songs The wrong damn nigga The wrong damn time The right brand of liquor The right size dime I blaze and hit the hennesy And I realize, this world wasn't meant for me Reality [Hook: repeat until fade] I'm bout to move to Mars y'all The world a mess
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