Back when the mc's expressed their life and life's running struggles//
How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles
The middle class suburban kids are cryin', and slittin' wrists,
So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service
As i light one for ill will
I am caught in the middle
In the middle of the night, i just might, use my knife,
Or could i be the same one who came from a far away life
I ain't trying to be ignorant
Layed in the middle of the ocean and
Ambition or nothing thought this would go away
We ain't poor, ain't middle class, we're in the shade of grey,
The wealthy are top two, upper middle class is eight percent,
The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast
So when ya see me nigga
Stuck in the middle of a...
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