do it again

they say practice makes perfect or is that permanent what if i practice wrong and if every man is created equal where did i go wrong as i get dressed looking in the mirror boy your life a mess i couldn't hear it any clearer i remember back in the days i use to dream of making it big Gold Metal Momma look what i did momma boy daddy didn't give a shit he use to whipp a nigga ass in call me a snitch i use to hit the coner store and raise some hell the youngest nigga in school with weed for sell mind your business im minding mine and I would do it all again if i could go back in time