| Age nought, I was born straight to the stage floor
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| My mom’s mates with a audience I played for
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| Age four when my dad went to prison
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| I was mad but untill he came back I didn’t miss him
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| Age seven when I opened that front door
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| And made heaven from the parent that I just saw
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| And mom thought it was better if she let him in
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| It gave me the biggest lesson that I ever lived
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| Developing age eight I was left sad
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| I made mates and was graced with a step dad
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| Twelve years I was already smoking weed
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| And felt fear plus the law was a joke to me
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| So graffiti absorbed my attention
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| I thought I could mess and distort my reflection
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| Walked the direction of war and rejection
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| I scrawled on the desk on report in detention
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| One four I was thinking school, what for
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| Man I got thoughts plus i could sit about and shot draw
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| so I bunked of done a lot of graff in enough spots
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| Fuck cops dust off my cash for the skunk crops
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| It was just a way of life with the mates of mine
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| Standing in the face of fights and the baitest crimes
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| I always wondered what my life would be worth
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| Now I strive with the perks that my life should deserve
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| So fuck having a job and fuck ladies
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| I’m just grabbing my knob enough lately
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| A cunt gambling what you just gave me
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| Trust you? |
| Maybe, Fuck you pay me
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| 2 Skuff:
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| When I was born I never did cry I think I might have yawned
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| Bright eyes shining wide at all the sights before
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| By the time they cut the chord I was a handful
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| And as soon as I could walk I was a vandal
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| I hit the ground running and by the time I was eight or nine
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| I spend my play time stepping through my state of mind
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| I was a strange brainy child but a thoughtless kid
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| Me and my mates were naughty shits some teachers thought us thick
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| The first time the mic was held I was age twelve
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| I swear to god I raised hell plus the angels fell
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| I slay brain cells, with weed in my teenage life
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| Was like a curriculum trying to slay our creative drive
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| But I refuse to lose, cartoons and ill tunes
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| And garms is all I wanted, that’s all I did and still do
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| I learned a thing or two and got a few to learn
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| And the rent that i earn son I might just deserve
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| So fuck crashing in squats, I’m up daily
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| Not having a job is just lazy
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| Skuff man will not give up quickly
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| Trust you? |
| Bitch please, fuck you tick me |