| Inna the streets busy life is a chapper
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| While you at you work you affi stay on the upper
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| Those who disagreed choose the way of a Dapper
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| Those who blend right in choose the book and the laptop
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| Who have hears to hear listen to what mama said
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| Sit down Inna church and be quiet and pray
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| You taking on the wrong pledge
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| Your life not granted
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| So your story echoes in my head
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| What I've felt
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| What I've known
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| Never shined through in what I've shown
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| Never be
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| Never see
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| Won't see what might have been
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| What I've felt
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| What I've known
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| Never shined through in what I've shown
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| Never free
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| Never me
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| So I dub thee unforgiven
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| This is the story of a man I used to know
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| He never listen to his dad an mama words
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| He found shelter inna wrong place
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| Friends with a screw face
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| Then Killed by their wrong ways
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| Justice no kind
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| It's vision blind
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| Forward with the sentence
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| No judge can't rewind
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| Rest indeed yoooh
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| Rest in peace bro
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| Rest in me
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| What I've felt
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| What I've known
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| Never shined through in what I've shown
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| Never be
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| Never see
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| Won't see what might have been
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| What I've felt
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| What I've known
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| Never shined through in what I've shown
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| Never free
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| Never me
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| So I dub thee unforgiven
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| There's still place that once you called your own
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| Not a war zone not a funeral home
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| Silent, no more music, no sound
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| Under the moonlight inna a Small town
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| Guiltiness rest on their shoulder
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| So for the wicked man
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| His days are numbered
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| Rest indeed
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| Rest In peace
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| Rest in me
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| What I've felt
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| What I've known
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| Never free
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| Never me
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| What I've felt
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| What I've known
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| Never shined through in what I've shown
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| Never be
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| Never see
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| Won't see what might have been
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| What I've felt
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| What I've known
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| Never shined through in what I've shown
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| Never free
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| Never me |