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Find Yourself (19:23)

Find Yourself (19:23)

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02 Jul 2021

Dear mama wipe your eyes your son still alive I made it through them nights when my future wasn’t looking bright left for dead but there must of been an angel by my bed punctured rib doing robberies as an kid learning rules of the game earning street fame before you knew it I became the first drug pusher out the pack the older homies showed us how to cook the crack hook up the traps in a city full of rats not abiding by the code walking zombies if we found out that you told iced out fools not cause of jewels but we cold hearted feeling like government targets the police always start shit so we stood on the project roof throwing rocks at the cops car I remember days as a block star Can you blame us we were young an anxious think twice if you think the street life painless everybody gotta price to pay do you want live your life this way That’s a question some can’t answer before learning a lesson heading to jail in a 4x4 cell stressing no visits or family calls behind these walls it’s a different world grown men turning into girls even cops plot innocent in prisoned in a state of shock witnessing crimes behind enemy’s lines not built for the times suicidal but nobody seen the signs how many stories untold how many souls are sold nobody knows what’s at the end of their road it’s a journey can’t lie there’s somethings concern me barely can trust attorney’s it’s us against them put yourself in a position to win As a youngen we ain’t think about the repercussions ghetto people suffering get knocked let out then cuffed again it’s hard but we try to break the cycle taught to get revenge on our rivals gang life idoled cause we had nowhere to turn is this all we can earn when they say crime pay stuck in a line up tryna hide my face lord knows don’t need another case is this a hustler fate me versus the state the state versus me cursed as a g what the worse to come is it death by a gun burning shells under the sun all we got is one life to live nothing wrong with being a rhighteous kid stand up to your oppressor tho they twice as big

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Dear mama wipe your eyes your son still alive I made it through them nights when my future wasn’t looking bright left for dead but there must of been an angel by my bed punctured rib doing robberies as an kid learning rules of the game earning street fame before you knew it I became the first drug pusher out the pack the older homies showed us how to cook the crack hook up the traps in a city full of rats not abiding by the code walking zombies if we found out that you told iced out fools not cause of jewels but we cold hearted feeling like government targets the police always start shit so we stood on the project roof throwing rocks at the cops car I remember days as a block star Can you blame us we were young an anxious think twice if you think the street life painless everybody gotta price to pay do you want live your life this way That’s a question some can’t answer before learning a lesson heading to jail in a 4x4 cell stressing no visits or family calls behind these walls it’s a different world grown men turning into girls even cops plot innocent in prisoned in a state of shock witnessing crimes behind enemy’s lines not built for the times suicidal but nobody seen the signs how many stories untold how many souls are sold nobody knows what’s at the end of their road it’s a journey can’t lie there’s somethings concern me barely can trust attorney’s it’s us against them put yourself in a position to win As a youngen we ain’t think about the repercussions ghetto people suffering get knocked let out then cuffed again it’s hard but we try to break the cycle taught to get revenge on our rivals gang life idoled cause we had nowhere to turn is this all we can earn when they say crime pay stuck in a line up tryna hide my face lord knows don’t need another case is this a hustler fate me versus the state the state versus me cursed as a g what the worse to come is it death by a gun burning shells under the sun all we got is one life to live nothing wrong with being a rhighteous kid stand up to your oppressor tho they twice as big

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