| Just an inner-city-native-son
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| Never learned to wait, taught to take it and run
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| Some of us raised by the way of the gun
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| All the drama we see makes us numb
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| You can tell he’s seen alot for only 13
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| His wide eyes victimized, bite is a sting
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| Never told his ancestors used to be kings
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| Left to build himself outta what he can see
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| That means stick-ball, basketball, hide and seek
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| Fistfights, shoot-outs, and crack fiends
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| The single mother had to work 60 hours a week
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| Cleanin' offices, just so she can make ends meet
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| And put clothes on his back and buy food to eat
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| She spent time with him right before she went to sleep
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| But over time he learned to lust for material things
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| His only babysitter was the TV screen
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| He was force fed pop culture, watchin' in silence
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| Talk shows, curse words, sex and violence
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| Used to coming home to an empty house
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| Fallin' asleep waiting up for his mother on the couch
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| Just an inner-city-native-son
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| Never learned to wait, taught to take it and run
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| Some of us raised by the way of the gun
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| All the drama we see makes us numb
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| He used to kick it with some other kids from down the block
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| All of them was broke, one of them had a plot
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| Said he was sick of being broke, sittin around and chillin'
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| And that he had a surefire way of makin' a killin'
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| Said that he steals old computers out of old buildins
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| He already had a pawn shop to deal wit 'em
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| Plus a man working security would open the door
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| For 25 percent of all the money they saw
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| If he was down to make some money they could roll with him
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| He promised he would have him back at home by 10
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| The kid looks at his pocket then he looks at his kicks
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| Looked up at his man and said «That plan sound sick»
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| They all agreed to meet at 8PM the next day
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| His boy that was 16 would drive getaway
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| 9 o’clock sharp, they pulled up at the place
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| Wearing all black with a stocking cap on his face
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| Just an inner-city-native-son
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| Never learned to wait, taught to take it and run
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| Some of us raised by the way of the gun
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| All the drama we see makes us numb
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| While they were snatching all the valuables right off of the desk
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| Loading 'em down into the van without breaking a sweat
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| A couple guys started feelin' overconfident
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| Vandalizing other offices and making a mess
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| They wasn’t scared cause they knew they still had 10 minutes
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| While security changed shit and finished
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| But before time was up, it seemed something went wrong
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| They smelled smoke and heard the sound of the fire alarm
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| They got scared, and since they didn’t want to get discovered
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| The guys ran for the stairs as the smoke covered
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| But in the stairwell they ran into a bunch of others
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| Who was working in the building also running for cover
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| They saw maintenance, house-cleaners and night-shift workers
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| And in the chaos he got seperated from the others
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| Pushing through he bumped into a old lady, knocked her over
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| When he looked into her eyes.
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| It was his mother |