These faces and places are growing old,
So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold
Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing
Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string
Sweet, okay makes sense
Growing up by myself
Skipping class and growing cold
The truth shall be told
She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing
And i know it's hard when you feel that anger growing
Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped
Where all the babylon plants are under my hand
Noticed the #myopia, but still growing #far-#sightedness
Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was
Growing up i had your posters o
Although thought that we would grow
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