| You know regardless of all the bull shit it still made me who I am. |
| Yo…
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| How do I fix my mouth to say I’m sorry
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| And all we saw was the flashing lights
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| The tire marks, the body parts by the traffic lights
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| The sweat from his mothers brow
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| The sense of disbelief and all the grief that you suffered to lose your oldest
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| child
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| The stone walls and the phone calls of pity
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| The faux pas and the four walls that fall on the city
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| The flocks of family members that send your their best regards
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| And the faith you can’t escape and that got you questioning god
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| Like.how do we find ourselves here
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| What do we represent for
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| How do we wipe the slate clear
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| What do we do to ensure
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| That in stores are bit more a torment or resent for
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| How do you look the dudes in the face
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| The bullets were probably meant for
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| Mentors are useless, the police are spiteful
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| One less stress about, they sentiments delightful
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| A pipe full of candy that comes in handy how niggas eat
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| More than just me rappin it’s really happenin' on fleming street
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| I said it’s more than just me rappin it’s really happenin' on fleming street
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| This where the killers meet, this where the dealers beat
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| More than nigga scrappin, they really clappin to fucking eat
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| You ain’t gotta listen, you ain’t me gotta know me
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| This is how it’s been how it always gonna be
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| This is how it is it’s forever gonna be
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| Forever gonna be
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| How do you take advantage when you’re young and wild
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| Running foul and careless
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| Fuck what they was yelling, rebelling against our parents
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| Moved away in high school though I choose to wallow
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| To the shy dude that I knew killing my school with a ralo
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| Instead they started shooting instead of fighting
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| Started to hide in, writing it down in my mental journal, external lightness
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| Well my father made it harder though the harshness had me bothered
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| I was caught up I was brought up never to follow
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| And how do you leave the place you love, how do you find your solace
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| How do you take advantage of living a life of carnage
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| Honest started yelling in despair, yelling yourself be prepared
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| Smelling the air, how the hell is this fair?
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| And niggas still moving powdered rock, every hour cowards pop
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| That’s the reason my city’s known for liquor stores and flower shops
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| This ain’t Glock with them little niggas and killers meet
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| More than just a fraction it’s really happenin on fleming street
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| I said it’s more than just me rappin it’s really happenin' on fleming street
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| This where the killers meet, this where the dealers beat
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| More than nigga scrappin, they really clappin to fucking eat
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| You ain’t gotta listen, you ain’t me gotta know me
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| This is how it’s been how it always gonna be
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| This is how it is it’s forever gonna be
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| Forever gonna be
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| Ye.
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| And I overheard the screams from the front room was listening by the hallway
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| An argument to determine where we would all stay
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| My mother wants to leave the hood she said it’s all to blame
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| My father wants to stay 'cause he’s not accustomed to change
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| We need time to save and you’re always ready to spend
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| She said, what about your son, what if something happens to him, huh?
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| Could you forgive yourself just knowing what was lacking
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| That’s all she needed to say, the next day we started packing
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| Packing up our sorrows, packing up a car load
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| Packing up our yesterdays and looking towards tomorrow
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| And although I’m grown it stil hurts and it shows
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| I can never turn my back it’s the only home that I know so.
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| What’s happenin' lil cuz, I’m still in deep shock
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| We came a long way from playing by that green box
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| The same spot where them older niggas and killers meet
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| You left us all but your spirit still on Fleming street
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| You left us all but your spirit still on Fleming street
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| This where the killers meet, this where the dealers beat
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| More than niggas rappin it’s really happenin' on fleming street |