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Sometimes I have a ghetto in my mind |
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And other times, sunshine, high head fine |
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In between I get cold, old mean |
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Intertwined with country pride, open and kind |
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This draws a line, sorry to coin a phrase |
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And on either side is wisdom and rage |
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So keeping track of time, racing with my age |
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Sleeping with the snakes, forget that you showed up late |
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It ain't worth it baby |
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A charmed life it is, at least they tell you so |
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I got a good idea, it ain't like they say is so |
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And if it is then let me go, let me go |
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Any day there might be hell to pay |
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But in other ways it makes it seem ok |
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I'll tell you what I mean, it's not a plot nor a scheme |
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It's just peace in my mind, again, can I use the word kind? |
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I ain't sorry about it baby |
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A charmed life it is, at least they tell you so |
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I got a good idea, it ain't like they say is so |
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And if it is then let me go, let me go, let me go |
