| I arrived in Minnesota with handcuff bruises
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| Summer ninety deuce, prepared to cut loose shit
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| Mom wasn’t havin that, fuck bein cool
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| With no discussion, stuck me in a suburb school
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| Now day and night I’m on a bus full of fools
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| Who parents didn’t want us ended up in the news
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| You must be crazy, you think any of us appreciate it
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| How our parents wanna upgrade us
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| All day long we’re in a fantasy land
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| Moms and dads, college plans and minivans
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| But when the sun set, you fled the success
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| To the slum where you rest, nothin more, nothin less
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| School they fantasize about gangsta rap records
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| But these are our lives, our families are connected
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| The Ice Cube summer vacation is takin place
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| Right around the way from where I stay
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| The mold from the gold and the 'rips from L. A
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| Brought, snow to the cold for a new place to play
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| There’s a war goin on outside, you ain’t safe from
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| See if this education might save 'em
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| I’ve known you your whole life
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| You drawn to that street life
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| Slippin away, slippin away
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| Slippin away, slippin away
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| And so our little city bus crew used to run together
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| Eat lunch together, girls Double Dutch together
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| Fellas humbuggin, next day be friends
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| The only thing we never did was date from within
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| Fellas dated white girls, sisters stayed lonely
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| Used to kiss me on my cheek and say we were homies
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| Alphonso basement, we ran the party
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| One day on the bus, Pumpkin stabs Akey
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| Shit, my main man was Ethan
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| Used to sell sneakers at a store called Friedman’s
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| He had two older cousins that were hustlers
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| Filas wasn’t all he pumpin to the customers
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| He got a check but he got connects
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| So he got some chicks and he got respect
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| His boy Ali got hooked up with clothes
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| One day slap boxin, he broke my nose
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| He almost cried man, he had a good heart
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| The brother’s only problem was he wasn’t book smart
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| He dropped out of school but he kept slangin shoes
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| To keep the kids fed, he had to sell base too
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| Time to time I used to stop in and check on my dude
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| Even when we lost touch with the rest of our crew
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| We both had babies, drama with our old ladies
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| But as time went on, our connection only grew
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| He said «I just can’t seem to leave these streets alone man
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| Feels like I fell asleep one evening
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| And woke up the next day suddenly a grown man
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| In a rut with no idea how to leave it
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| My parents got too many kids to help me through
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| I really don’t know what the hell else to do
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| I know you gonna really get it crackin with that rap thing
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| And when you blow up, I’m a come and work for you»
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| Ha, that’s my man, I see you when I see you brother
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| Keep your head up 'til the next time we see each other
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| Rolled out on my first national tour
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| Back on the block, went back to the store
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| Put my hand on the door, Ethan wasn’t in though
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| They said somebody shot 'em through his front window
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| Hit 'em in the head and that he hadn’t survived
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| Matter fact he died 'fore the ambulance arrived
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| A man in that life, it wasn’t no mistake
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| The cops called it a stray bullet, closed the case
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| So there’s no justice and there’s no closure
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| You can’t touch this, not you, no sir
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| They buried my brother, I was on the road
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| By the time I got home, the ground was cold
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| Got nothin left but a hole in my soul
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| Shit, dude was 23 years old
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| Slippin away, slippin away — 3X |