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I got some pain in my heart, that I mediate through my art
let me start from the beginning when I was swimming
in my mother 2 win the race 2 get the price of life
as I got older I noticed people get twice the strife
homies dads are gone or they locked up in prison
peace 2 dennis in jail and all those shot up and missing
this is for all the young street cats running around
raise up yo middle finger for the cops guning them down
and I give props for the all peeps bumping my sound
and all luck for my outlaws running, jumping the town
from getting caught with a gun from almost having a son
this is for my homies out in the cold gathering funds
bullets shattering lungs, the streets is a place of pain
problems face the same until death erase ur name
I got some killers on my pay roll and they know
when its time 2 handle buisness nigga lay low
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