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His mom's a addict, she has a bug habit Was a seven day event, since she the Sabbath But she back slid, or what the crack did She to shoot up under her sleeves, the track hid
A long time ago, the father left the And as time on, he was erased from the scripture The son, he don't have much to And these kids that be gettin' on him, do it for pleasure
Demons are gradually growin' him Way before he knew the courts would divide him A around himself had became a shell Was a new person by the time the bricks fell
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You want to store very cake Estate, behind the gate, NY State, why You tryin' to get by the lake In each and do the shit at high pace
Under the dirt, there was nothin' but bones A lot of tall around his tombstone His mother left alone, her heart sorrow No time to play with the time we borrow
They live door, but he was worlds away In reality, but a high price to pay He was to recognize from his dress code Nothin' but a firework to explode
A fuse who was bound to lose in the struggle His grandparents went through a great of trouble To him out of jail, they even put they house on sale To bail, but the kid still failed
I when he called collect from behind bars Sufferin' two injuries and nine scars He said give anythin' to be out the pen But it would be his permanent until the end
It's a short race, the court dates The pork chase, we had to walk straight You the forte, nigga, it's a portrait Or should I say a poor
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Wait, I got to get a side of French fries, not kid sized Sixes fives, I give off a pimp's Is it the vines? like a sitcom
Throwin' with my pitchin' arm More bricks than the Knicks is on, I'm sittin' on Shittin' on your boss, been off I'm lickin' off the top like a different source
Rippin' this raw like a kitchen a block not chicken broth Hold the pot with mittens on Dicks in the door And to pick me off like a lint ball
Jumped out the floor, it's a pit fall When I hit the lawn, shit, it fell a jigsaw get hit at the board, then to get tossed Went to court, got shipped off like a of soft
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