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I was told 'cause I didn't the whole act
In and out was the of the bozack
It was hot and and lots of pushin'
Then the nut came

And it was hell tryin' to to the ovary
With but the Lord lookin' over me
I was with a tail
But I reached the finish line, young black male

One made two and two cells made fo'
And so on so now I'm a
Then I got a hunch that I'ma be on lockdown, for months

Chillin' with my mother to me
And nuttin' but a stomach to me
From all worry and bullshit
months later, I elbow pull and kick

'Cause my time is up and I don't
With one big push, I'm outta
June 15th, it's just my
In 1969, a nigga is the

ass nigga, you ain't shit
And you gon' never be shit

I learned how to and talk and all that
They put me in but it don't matter
'Cause I'm in history
Learnin' 'bout a sucker who give a fuck about me

They try to us
But I know Uncle Sam is a motherfuckin'
So I stopped attention
Ice Cube, headed, to detention

Fuck shit, I roam the hallways
I'm sent and I don't got all A's
A high dropout
My father had so I tried to knock pops out

But I got tossed, the boss
I'm out of there and mad 'cause I
Now bein' on my own is a
So I become the neighborhood

Gimme your car, run jewels
Makin' a livin', robbin'
And if I let my nine out
You know, make your brains hang out

So what's fate?
Am I the nigga you love or the one you to hate?
The wrong answer is said, the nigga
I lead, now he's in a puddle of red
And if you got a buck, you're shit out of
Stuck up by the motherfuckin'

you gots to get a job
If you wanna in my motherfuckin' house

Many young men reject the values
That are to their parents
Church, and family
Have been replaced by street, turf and

now and in paid full
Feelin' bad all the shit I pulled
On people in the day
Plus, I got a little on the way

So I'm tryin' to go
I'm my baby's momma, out on a date
'Til the punk ass ran my plate
Now I'm on a bus

Oh, the young nigga done a case
in the mess hall, sayin' my grace

Sent to a hoe-house
Where all the go, no doubt
Yo momma, I gotta do
Livin' in a by seven

Dear baby, your gettin' worn out
Of seein' young boys they assholes torn out
And then he got with a spoon
And he was 'sposed to get out

Is it my fault, he was caught in
Where a black life means nothin'
Just because I want to learn your grammar
You say I'm better off in the

And drivin' me batty
my little boy is missin' daddy
I'm but the fact is
I pops let me off on the mattress

Or should I just hang the top bunk
But that's out like a punk
My is fucked
But it ain't my 'cause I'm the motherfuckin' product

He shit