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memories of my past life I cried nights please mama hold me tight and don't let go probably 5 yrs old when I broke my toe thought I was super man off the bed to floor hit my head against door grandmom screaming who making all that noise somebody tell me dreaming I here school bells ringing after school we was hanging hung over from drinking throwing up til it sinked In then we did it all again constantly blowing like a fan when the world don't understand its hard when you born black ina america in scarred but hey this is who we are a bunch of falling stars appearing out the dark everytime I talk just know a gun dont got no heart so let my niggas play they part if you can't book us then free us

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