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started when we were young we were smoking weed thinking and tripping

about how ma parents gon eat yeah so hard when your young

cant do much

 

I beat myself up too much i always think what my brother my sister

wat we gon eat so i tell them ima b back sit back relax evrything gona b ok

for now dad and ma

Stumbling/ Fumbling/ Struggling/

i dont know what to do all i know what to do

is to look after youse two k

ill be back

so heres me with the mask going to the hood tryna get a glock shoot off

to the shops aiming the glock at the shop keeper tryna not pull the trigger

tryna not go to prison cause that will be the rest of my days cant wait

when this over .

 

It's over, it's over, it's all over.

now i can sprint back throw the mask keep the gloves throw the glock

run back home with a smile on my face. tryna keep that faith on ma face