Chords for B-Real - Smoke 'N' Mirrors

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[Eb] _ [F] _ [Bb] _ _ [Ebm] _ [Ab] Late [Bb] at [Eb] night, [Bb] when all the world is day within day and dream, [Ebm] I love [Ab] the shadow. _ _ _ _
[Ab] Late [Bbm] at night, [F] _ [Bbm] an empty [Ebm] feeling creeps within my [Bbm] soul, [Ebm] I feel [Ab] so lonely. _ _ _
_ So [Gb] I go, into the [Ab]
darkness all [Db] of a night.
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[Ab] I walk the streets [Db] until I find [Bb] someone who is just like _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _
_ [F] _ _ me.
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[Fm] _ [Ebm] [Bb] What's good in the hood can you tell me?
Hit me with the truth [B] motherfuckers don't sell me.
Cause [Bb] I can see a lot of things [Eb] wrong with the [Bb] city and nobody's trying to fix nothing.
[Ebm] All of our choices are [Bb] shitty, people starving in the ghetto and the rich get richer.
So we hustling for the [Ebm] paper, you get the [Bb] picture.
My homie he cocks 10 trying to feed the seed, and nothing [Fm] supersedes a [Gb] man's will to [Bb] succeed.
So we bleeding shit, tears looking for something better but nothing is guaranteed.
In this [Ebm] life we [Bb] living, ain't nothing given, gotta earn your money in stripes.
I can't sleep at night, what I'm [Eb] doing ain't [Bbm] low.
I can't never let my guard down for nothing in life.
Your enemies see your weakness and [Ebm] you look right.
[Bb] And they don't care about you or what you're leaving behind.
You slip one time, you a [Eb] victim of [Bb] crime.
Up against the trials in life, sometimes it ain't right.
Through all of my pain and strife, I focused [Eb] upon [Bbm] the light.
Though I may lose my way, I fought for the fight.
In hopes of a brighter day, but you'll [Eb] be loved tonight.
[Bb] You know I hit the ground running from the day I was born.
There ain't nothing I haven't seen, I was [B] born with [Bbm] smoke.
And if I ever have to eat it up you might get bored.
So I urge you to sit [Ebm] it down and just let me move [Bbm] on.
I'm deprived, you won't blink, think that I'm a threat.
Yeah you might be [Ebm] right and if you are come [Bbm] step by the laws of the street.
You know it's coming up easy.
We ducking from the blocks and them sticks and trees.
What did it all for?
We all used to cash collect.
Instead of catching [Ebm] the body, homie catch a [Bbm] check.
Any moment it could be over, your numbers up.
You become a [Ebm] memory, nobody's giving a [Bb] fuck.
It's no wonder how we cross roads and getting divided.
There's no [Ebm] compromises and drama [Bbm] arising.
The streets got you clutched in the cradle and deep.
You get out of pocket they make you [Ab] invisible [Bb] dude.
Up against the trials of life, sometimes it [B] ain't [Bb] right.
Through all of my pain and strife, I'm [F] focused upon [Bbm] the light.
Though I may lose my way, I'm up for the fight.
In hopes of a brighter day, but you'll be loved [Ebm] tonight.
[Bb] The streets are ugly and the world is going through changes.
We fighting at home [Ebm] and out here [Bbm] in unknown places.
We never [Eb] know what [Bbm] peace is.
We all about war for the [Ebm] money and the violence [Bbm] increases.
I never thought about it when I was younger.
I never [Ebm] thought about we all just [Bbm] numbers.
I only thought about food on the table.
I was taught to make [Fm] moves when [Ebm] you're ready and [Bb] able.
Sometimes you feel alone and you just simply go for self.
And you don't care about [Ebm] anybody else.
[Bb] You say look at that trick and the flash.
You hope to forget my chance.
[Ebm] You know I'm gonna jack your [Bb] shit.
The world's cold.
People sell their soul for money and power.
Then they seek to lose [Bbm] control.
They can't handle the load.
At the end of the road,
the desperate and the fallen, you just watch the [Gb] trauma [Bb] unfold.
Up against the trials of life, sometimes it [Cm] ain't [Bb] right.
Through all of my pain and strife, I'm focused [Ab] upon [Bbm] the light.
Though I may lose my way, I'm up for [Eb] the [Bbm] fight.
In hopes of a brighter day for children [Ebm] of the [Bb] night. _ _ _ _ _
[Ebm] Children [Bbm] of the _ _ night. _
[Ebm] Children [Bb] of the _ night. _ _
[Ebm] Children [Bb] of the _ night. _ _
[Ebm] In [Bb] a [F] free society.
I'm walking down the street and the police got the nerve to ask me,
Where you going?
Where you coming from?
It ain't none of your damn business where I'm going.
And it ain't none of your damn business where I came from.
Fuck you talking about where you going?
People ask [Fm] me, what are you doing here?
You go anywhere and [F] ask anybody else what they doing there?
You stop and ask anybody [Fm] else in this society, man, why do you exist?
You understand what I'm saying? _ _ _
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