| The year is '95 and I’m sittin' in the vibe
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| Still reclinin', listenin' to Biggs ready to dying
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| I was only thirteen, my mind and my dream
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| Memorizing every verse with the best of my teen
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| We gon' rock it, match it, the jackets with the round leather
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| Yo, who would hate thought it was 90 degree weather?
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| And I cried Segregada, one more time for the honor
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| Got on stage, hopped in the truck shaw
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| The only way I stayed was the reason for the freedom that I crave
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| Momma bangin' on my door, askin' Jesus, can you save him?
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| She could have sworn I lost my mind
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| All alone in my room, spittin' rhyme after rhyme
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| Of the vine, of the only achieve what is to come
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| The joy is so amazing, like the greater of the sun
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| Look at me now, never end those games for the glory
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| Just a case I’m Africa, here to tell my story
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| All I had was a dollar and a dream, all I ever had was a dollar and a dream
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| The year is 2000 and 5, New York city, open mikes' where I earn my stripes
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| ? |
| with a stack of CDs in my night stack
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| Boosted the? |
| parallel had to handle
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| Changed streets, I met my man James John
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| Told me we can get these lames on, hustle hard
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| Late nights on the H, playing the smell that would leave you nauseous
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| Hang a pistol everywhere, to hell with being cautious |