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Childhood started with a smile good |
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Back when dad had a little dough and still lived in my hood |
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Before the coke sniffing episodes |
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Back then he broke shit when letting go, packing the smoke in his |
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Leather though, it helped him calm down but I let it go |
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Cause I know he didnt mean to let mom down |
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They went a long round I lay by the night light |
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Daddy gone now I know that something aint quite right |
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Summers in dominican republic playing baseball |
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And I used to love it outside living rugged |
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Bugging all fun and games, my cousin said its all gonna change |
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Once you get tall and come of age |
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Getting play in the seventh grade |
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No one worried bout getting AIDS , getting a job or getting paid |
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Ya'll come with me lemme take a trip |
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As I reminisce, upon my childish innocence |
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[Hook] |
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"puffin L's laid back enjoying the smell" I take another hit |
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Cause it aint hard to tell |
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Lord forgive me if I reminesce , while I sit and wish, we wasnt living so devilish. [x2] |
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Started high school as a young high fool |
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Writing graffitti dodging needy cats with nine tools |
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Skipping class, rolling spliffs with hash |
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Trying ta get some ass with my grades slipping fast |
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Couldnt get my thoughts tight, cause my karma was not right |
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My man cut a brother arm like butter on a hot knife |
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I saw white meat and start to shiver by the Charles River |
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Where we all would tip the bottle sip and scar our liver |
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We would play hard, party at the grave yard |
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Way far up at the tower dodging the late guard |
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Poly with a "J" sparked , head at JFK park |
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Put nutrition in the brains of chickens till they smart |
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And even friends fall apart so are they fam? |
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Life is hard dog your gone if you dont make plans |
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So lets shake hands and wish, while I reminisce |
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Over beef know that we can settle this |
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[Hook x4] |
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Since I hit twenty-one, lifes gotten funny son |
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Wherever the money come, thats where all the honeys run |
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Nobody is friends and if they are it's probably pretend |
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A plot for some ends, for cash cats body they men |
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One love to Benny Rosa shot him and then, shot up his friend |
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Bodies have been, buried never saw them again |
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Damn I get worried cause Jeff Curly met his death early |
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How many people dying why and who's the next thirty |
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Cambridge rep for me, open up my chest fully |
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Heart on my lapel, it's so hard being Miguel |
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To see you gelatin, see through irrelevant |
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Feeble intelligence, people thats selling hits |
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While my raps slave to grind the cats made to rhyme |
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We pass major minds with cash made in time |
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But until this yo I still wish |
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As I chill and reminisce that we wasn't livin' so devilish |
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[Hook: Repeat Out] |