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Saw the light, a case, couldn't afford to fight Lawyer white, had to cop out or more than life Poison bites, my brain, flyin' high Tryin' to change, between worlds kinda strange
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Blowin' hundreds, spendin' paper's so I'm it, most large niggas over and done with No one to run with, just a few from the old cruise, lain' back soakin' the blues
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