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Grew up a thug, never was supposed to make
supposed to get a Gat to buss back m put my brother on the pavement
Grew up on the corner of 4th and Q st a young warrior boy ready for something.
I looked you in your eyes before you made your demise
I knew it was gonna either end this way or another
Crusin' in the ride late one night
My eyes beheld an eerie site
I saw him in the rearview, pull up tight
It looks like a cop might die tonight
Ridin' dirty, hey you know me
Statistics have won the game of provement all to shame
Society, so unaware of the predictions, have fallen into the correct positions
I've always been the one
who stays on the fringes
living off of thrill
risk
by my own rules-
none.
The underbelly of glamour
the parts they don't see.
The street life was my calling
Trials and Tribulations
Failures and Success
Life and Death matters is what laid that boy to rest
Eyes wide open
Realizing who was real
Ignoring others' logic
trapping, sealing every deal
