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Growing up in the ghetto I pushed the pedal to the medal Thinking the drama was cool Fighting was smooth I was a fool  To believe that was true Moving to the burbs
I find it peculiar That the patients in God's hospital look familiarI feel like this is Alcatraz, a display of the insaneThe asylum has no change, am I to blame?Same first-world suburb issues that could be easily forgottenAnd why does God's undefi
I am white
e-town state of mind jus tryn find molly or maybe party like Chris Farley smoke like Bob Marley hella gnarly radical dude got an attitude i aint tryna b rude  but u need to open yo eyes 
1. at the bus stop with twisted tobacco at my feet I watch as drivers pass, chew gum, with their radios low enough to miss my ears.
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