| My father came here as an immigrant
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| Raised by kids in the tenement
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| I won by blood it was imminent
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| He would be judge, had a grudge and a temperament
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| Picked out a wife not a pipe dream
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| Tone of her skin insignificant
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| In the bathroom a pipe fiend
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| Who the fuck brought this, time to listen in
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| This is when we were on that month to month
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| When I first started rapping, found comfort once
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| In my life I would write when my tongue would cease
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| If I encourage but discourage would come defeats
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| And the lease was instilled with the will to withstand
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| The environment required when you mixed ham
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| What a sigh of relief my streets had, my beats had
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| Every other pair a swoop past
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| I had a for myself, keep to myself
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| Weak, I was dealt, death weep to myself
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| My mother’s lungs were strung in the hospital bed
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| I put it in a song, every option was dead
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| Every option it led to my soul’s reprise
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| I repeated every night when I closed my eyes
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| I was told by my niggas just ignore and drive
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| Pass any road block when your goal’s in sight
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| Lord
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| So what is the outcome whenever you bounce from
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| The same position you have vouched from
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| The same condition that left mouth hung
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| Every uncle and auntie in the house strung
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| I strung a fiend together with loose dreams
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| Made a career, stayed clear of a few things
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| Never take advice when your vice is to prove things
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| Niggas will see that feedback is abusing
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| Mood swings from my mama in the hair shop
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| Black spots on her lungs were the hair stop
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| Blood stains on the ground and the air shots
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| Funeral homes always busy on their blocks
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| Stopped on the way to school unenthused
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| Arguing over views the curriculum
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| Restricted by the rules, this the same in life
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| They teach you to take orders to restrain your plight
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| Lord |