| My days are numbered, my cramps are catching up to me
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| My son is turning one and I ain’t got no custody
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| And honestly, yesterday I had a prophecy
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| Things are getting hot, I can feel the feds are onto me
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| I’ve done some bad things, but I had some good intentions
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| I asked my lawyer «What you reckon? |
| What you think I’m gettin'?»
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| He told me «Twenty, probably ten with some good behaviour.»
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| Remember when we used to think that we would do it major?
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| Way back when we was kids, used to wish that I was you
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| I never knew my dad, I know that had a lot to do
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| With self esteem issues I was such a troubled youth
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| I chose the wrong path never shoulda followed through
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| I wrote this in my room
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| And I’m hoping when you find it and you read it you will feel it like the way I
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| do
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| I was unworthy till the streets adopted, I know my mother knew
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| But see she never had the need to stop it
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| 'Cause everything was going great when we was seeing profit
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| When we was shot into the fins we thought nothin' of it
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| I saw some things that made me so desensitized
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| My moral compass broke and so I’m slinging till I die
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| Young man on the (corner)
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| I know that you’d left drowned in the water, ayy
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| Another day getting (colder)
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| And now these street stripes down and forgotten, ayy
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| Young man on the (corner)
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| I know that you’d left drowned in the water, ayy
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| Another day getting (colder)
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| And now these street stripes down and forgotten, ayy
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| I wish I took the path that you did, you had it figured out
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| Even back when we were kids, you were the golden child
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| It’s like, everybody seemed to love you
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| I never wanted you around 'cause I was jealous of you
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| When we would rap you’d take the shine and that was hard to handle
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| But now I see things from a different angle, uh
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| I heard you graduated uni, bet your mom was proud
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| I loved the food she used to cook whenever I was 'round
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| Give your momma love, she was my second mom
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| I treasure those moments, felt like a second son
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| And how’s your sister doing? |
| I bet she’s growing up
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| Remember when we used to joke we’d beat her boyfriend up?
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| Those were the days, g, if I could go back
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| There’s so much that I’d change especially now I know my fate
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| Hate myself for my mistakes, wish I never would’ve strayed
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| Think I never would’ve strayed if my father would’ve stayed, who knows
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| I know you got that music thing you’re doing
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| And I hope it goes to plan, from myself, I’ll be rooting
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| Just do me proud, man, I know you got potential
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| I think about the times when we would rap on instrumentals
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| I still got all them tapes, g, for me you’re sentimental
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| Tell my story to the world, don’t you keep it confidential
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| Hopefully this speak to all them boys that’s on the road
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| That’s in the tug-of-war, I pray this story break the road
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| Young man on the (corner)
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| I know that you’d left drowned in the water, ayy
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| Another day getting (colder)
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| And now these street stripes down and forgotten, ayy
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| Young man on the (corner)
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| I know that you’d left drowned in the water, ayy
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| Another day getting (colder)
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| And now these street stripes down and forgotten, ayy
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| I haven’t spoke to God in ages, but I did last night
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| I don’t know if he could hear me but I’m glad that I tried
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| It was my first night, locked up, shit was kinda weird
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| I saw some peaks that I won’t group with and that was what I feared
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| The morning I arrived someone was hangin' from the ceiling
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| That’s when I got the message that this place was filled with demons
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| The funny thing about the road is it might come to haunt you
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| You thought that you had turned your back but somehow they had caught you
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| 'Cause when you’re out there making enemies, they won’t forget you
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| And if somehow you’re in the same prison they will address you
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| At any moment given these fuckers can’t wait to get you
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| Not to mention the big Igo Brothers, that one that tests you
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| And that’s exactly what happened, I met the opposition
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| And I don’t know how much longer I got a pot to piss in
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| This is my exhibition
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| My expedition only led me to my demolition
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| I’m living testament that we ain’t always got division
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| I wish my father was around, I know won’t would’ve listened
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| But he had drug addiction, that contributed to my inhibitions, uh
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| He left my mother runnin' own, that was a hard position
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| My only wish is that if I never make it out alive and somehow
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| The opposition gets the best of me
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| And I become a just a memory 'cause of my felonies
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| Right now it feels like half dependence got it in for me
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| If I fade into the dark, will you sing for me?
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| You’re my best friend, I need you just to do one thing for me
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| Please don’t let the cycle repeat
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| Don’t let my son just be another who was lost in the streets
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| Young man on the (corner)
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| I know that you’d left drowned in the water, ayy
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| Another day getting (colder)
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| And now these street stripes down and forgotten, ayy
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| Young man on the (corner)
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| I know that you’d left drowned in the water, ayy
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| Another day getting (colder)
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| And now these street stripes down and forgotten, ayy |