| Middle of summer, '81, 22nd of June
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| 8 AM I jumped out of my mamma’s womb
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| That ladies addiction was made crazy
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| Love me but couldn’t shake it, that made me a crack baby
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| Doctor smacked me, I took it just like a G, though
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| Eyes wide open, was blurry, but I could see, though
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| Lungs, they was functioning, breathing though I was wheezing
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| Thank God that I’m simply living a youngin' of ten children, ahhh
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| Fast forward, heartbeat shaping
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| Sirens couldn’t fire
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| Box look like they vacant
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| St. Louis city, death like you could smell it
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| Product of Reaganomics, a youngin' with no direction
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| Mom’s trying her best, but
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| I had been infected with street life, I selected
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| Then Danna’s banana clip, so you can bring on the ambulance
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| GD who I’m standing with, and this is just how we handle it, I
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| Went from timid, intimidated and scared
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| Just sick and vicious, just live it like I ain’t dead yet
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| This how it is when you live where the violence is
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| The homies runnin' with poppers big as their bodies is
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| I went from hating the very dope that my mamma did |
| To actually selling that very dope to my mom and them
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| It’s extreme, but I stay with the Florida
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| Living like I’m as old as the .40 I’m keepin' on me
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| Heart dark as denim in me
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| The venom in the vicinity is the very thing that hooked on my identity so
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| Don’t try to filter me
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| Give you the realest me and then you’ll see the glory of the blood that
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| delivered me |