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The night that you walked out, felt like I Killed a dream. Yeah. Ay. You were something, you know. Yeah, yeah. Ay, look. Boy take a look at yourself, back where you Started. Was making progress, you needed some help, The devil is on you. Soon as I get You to put the blunt down, you picking up The cup now. That alcohol shit in your genetics. Look at your uncles, your father, damn near took A drink to do everything, running from problems. And now you wanna follow suit. God ain't tailor that for you. Nigga you your own man, stand on your own Two. And these two feet travel around these loose streets With tight pockets. Same disease for generations, Failing school but we all projects. Same cycle but it's no progress. It's been a challenge just tryna dodge it. In this game even bystanders can't be a novice. Hard knocks, gotta do the knowledge. The way I came up, it ruined college. Niggas yelling 252 meant something way, Way different to me. How they feel about you Where you from? You get peace where you sleep? Back home they giving niggas jersey numbers in the Clink. Make me sit back and think, what if I chose a different way? Follow my uncles and My pops, both them niggas gone today. I got homies selling weight, I got homies gang Banging. I got homies toting Glocks with switches, Shooting at oppositions. Look at our position, we two guards. Talking Paul Pierce right to the hearts. We too scarred, world full of juice and pills. Cemetery mommy tears is spilled, casket sprays with Daffodils. I had homies that was mourning in the Morning, vision haunted. I had homies that was laughing 'cause they said They homies pointed and they didn't miss. Now I'm back sipping shit. Niggas killed my homie right before he tried to Quit the shit. Man how many blunts I gotta Roll to numb the pain of those that's gone? All the soldiers we done lost to them triggers Got me triggered. Got me filling up Swishers, Filling up cups of liquor. Filling up the crib with bitches, running from it, I'll admit it. All the pain, I try to Hide it. See me out and I be smiling, But inside I be drowning way down by these Vices. Wonder if you were something, you know. Now that it's Over
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