Your game is as a small like a tyke
Over me the same peeps that have died
I was born in plights, the type that left me at four, torn, a tyke too forlorn to fight,
I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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