| The time, Rocking the rope chain, was the preferable style, Rock and the
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| cocaine was the preferable way of earning enough money to buy one
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| So young brown folks would supply young brown folks with the dope to get high
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| knowing they be back for another dose if they try one
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| 'Till they can’t get enough of it
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| It all came from the government (sorry)
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| Got sidetracked tryna describe the context where life was first live at.
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| '87 was the year, but 29th street was the block where I lived the first five
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| at
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| Then after that it got weird
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| Pops moved out, I would stay at his house all the time back then
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| One room shack above the store
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| Fast forward to the cocaine sack under the floor at mama’s crib,
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| when I turned 20, Though it earned money, didn’t wanna do dirt where mama
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| lived. |
| So I moved out, Got my own whip, then I cruised out
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| Talk shit, Get a bruised mouth; |
| Was the attitude back in the day,
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| then it changed to peace, love and happiness pays, anyways
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| Let me touch back on the crack thing
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| We had been crack fiends back when we was Twenty years old, and nobody never |
| had told us all the things we did not know, did not know (a damn thing) Now he
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| headed down the wrong road, society hide under that fold, 'cuz all the things
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| we still don’t know, we don’t know (A damn thing) (We don’t know)
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| GMO’s love hormones, skull and bones
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| Didn’t anybody teach you about the money wars?
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| Money globes, and could tap your phones. |
| Didn’t anybody tell you about them?
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| Oh, that’s why I kinda see myself when I see a homeless man begging for a piece
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| of wealth, 'cuz everybody needs help with all these rich motherfuckers,
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| wanna act like it’s a black thing
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| That was their original plan, to buy a slave and deal them an unforgivable hand
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| Free that slave, but don’t even give him minimal land, and when he homeless
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| treat like he’s the invisible man
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| Even though our differences are so minimal and we all came from the very same
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| seminal sand, it created the first woman and original man,
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| We still treat each other like the worst criminals, Damn
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| Anyways back to my story. |
| Naw, fuck that. |
| Ignore me |
| The story I was telling ya’ll earlier along, had so many gaps in it,
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| if I told it all it would be so fucking long with so many raps in it,
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| you’d get tired of it
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| So I’mma hurry up this song
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| Gone |