I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror
Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner
That racks on racks so motherfucking fool
The old boys' club in an all-boys school
He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail
Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail
But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream
Im eating 4 course meals when i used to eat half a pinto bean,
An old woman came by, holding a duck in her left hand
Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped
Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man
One tryin to take note, the next man, feelin my heat like a house in beckham.
I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what
To livin in a house with food my stomach
And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange
And even now my mind tries to delete the memories of an old age,
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