Hard Knocks, Black Knocks, South...

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Dark mirror, black mirror, my soul's a black figure,
I'm just a black nigger, who pulls back, a black trigger,
Who cares, whose gats bigger, we're just slaves anyway,
We've dug our graves anyway, we dig our graves everyday,
Whose to say, that your gang, won't end in a big bang,
From the inside, your whole mind change, when a friend dies,
No matter how hard, that you try, you can't escape your own life,
Unless you take your gat or a pocket knife, take them for a ride,
You can close your eyes, but you'll only see their faces,
You'll only feel disgrace then, you didn't know your place then,
Hand shaking, heart racing, contemplating, the inevitable,
Your own skin, inhabitable, your tired of shit, your tired of bull,
Your life avalanches, it's out of control, one mistake to another,
You're on a roll, but never ever on the, honor roll, never honorable,
Working corners, with those who crossed borders, selling green bags,
Pimping old hags, never knew your fucking real dad, boo hoo,
That's fucking real sad, just pull the gat, from your book bag,
Blow your brains out, fuck gucci gang, fuck wearing swag,
Here's a big bang, hear a big bang, see your big smile,
Hope your feeling glad,

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