truestroy
Byron Monroehoping all my dawg change make it out of the gang cause the streets aint the same these hoes calling my name i promise to make a change boys dieing momas crying you dont wanna feel the pain trying to get my mind right but its hard when you in the gang chasing dirty money when i know this shit aint garented got a brother that look up to you you something that he need momma cant rasie a man so a nigga turned to the streets i cant trust nobody cold hearted sometimes i couldnt sleep someday i couldnt eat
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hoping all my dawg change make it out of the gang cause the streets aint the same these hoes calling my name i promise to make a change boys dieing momas crying you dont wanna feel the pain trying to get my mind right but its hard when you in the gang chasing dirty money when i know this shit aint garented got a brother that look up to you you something that he need momma cant rasie a man so a nigga turned to the streets i cant trust nobody cold hearted sometimes i couldnt sleep someday i couldnt eat
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