Good think i can spit or i'd be sinking to a life of poverty
It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry
Put burners in the hands, of the black man
This girl has got feeling so good damn
Making a difference,
I'm with your girlfriend eating chips
How did all them bastards get a good job, good life,
Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five
She was a good girl, always stored in a pale
In the futuren, truly yours , wale
And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange
Growen up to be a drug doing , no good for nothing , young age
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