A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/
Showed it to john mccain, said it wasn't crooked
The day a kid gets signed
From the womb, my newborn child
New canvas she need a new stroke
I was a kid when daddy sold dope
God better forbid that i have a kid,
Fistful of wood, twisted for the good
Sorry i rap with a strange kid
Dark liquor 'til we busted
Because of you we are overly dedicated
I have a father, he didn't leave me as a kid
I was a youngin they was tryna rob a kid
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
Piecing together puzzles, that puzzled me since a kid
Face it: your face caucasian, you literally naked
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