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Remeber back in da time
When da only sign we had was picket
But now in 94 it be
This way somethin come wicked
Gangs killin others fo colors
Thangs that we wear fo fashion
Other brothers take it fo a reason
To be blastin what da cuff is goin on
Not soft like buttercupus but
Had enough of singin dat same song
See I stayed across da street from da projects
Took out yo momma trash and groceries
To her trunk to keep my pockets
Fat like cellulite only been to jail one week
Fo some shullbit and I pray to God I wont repeat
I shoulda pulled it when I had da chance to
No I shouldna did dat cause if I did dat
Yall would not hear dat fat shit
Dat keeps you on yo tippy -
Toes like dat sellout not callin no names
But really whos bad
I go through obstacles like a whole box
Of condoms you cant forget
Where you come from
Take a good look in the mirror and tell
Me do you like what you see
Masters of deception corruption and evil
But youre always quick to point the finger
At me
Wont somebody tell me
I just dont understand
The ways of the world today
Sometimes I feel like theres nothing
To live for
So Im longing for the days of yesterday
What gave you the right to misjudge me
And write me off on the wall
Acting as if you understand me
In reality you just dont know me at all
Sometimes I cant help but wonder
If this was how its meant to be
But if you search deep enough in your soul
Youll always find a slight reminder of me
Wont somebody tell me
A-yo
If we could all agree to lettin
Our souls become free of that sweet
Bitterness then whose chest would
Have the most seeds
I keep misfocusin my needs
And this stress on my back
With them caps they be blastin
Into my knap sack
Aint no accidental deathtraps
My mishap is the fact that
Im destined to snap
Its when I feel as though my bodys
Able to go my mind is ready to flow
Did you know first you catch
And then I throw
Its my own sense of time
If Im late its cause Im endin my day
Just when the sun shines
And still gently advising the arisin
Of the moon as it rolls around
Into my soundproof dimension
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