Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine
You got your own life,don't worry bout mine,it's about time
Bout as broken as the home his brothers gonna grow up in/
Permanently focused, learning while i'm going
Half the kids, trapped in this, black abyss, of criminal life thinking
Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building
Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive
Have you ever sat up late thinking about life
We will never die, we are forever alive
When people thinking they tight, thinking they rapping is life,
Thinking about living in my life long dream
Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen
Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test
Yo i've been thinkin' 'bout my life since i became depressed,
Cause, i need that one good time
Thinking my life is a crime
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