| I used to know this nigga Sonny who was ironically dark
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| Never consumed by the money but selling dro in the park
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| Became a main habit of his, bagging the piff
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| Cornucopias quoting the man, he was blagging the piff
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| It wasn’t simple
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| Simpler than the previous maturity, he was lacking it
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| He was never mischievous, devious was closer
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| Only relevant if leaving us
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| He was too afraid so he stayed, forced to believe in trust
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| Honesty was the commodity he never possessed
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| Nevertheless, manipulate a woman beating his chest
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| Reaping the stress, seeking the breast, reeking of cess
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| Hear the pitter-patter, missing the latter, weeping to death
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| Without a shoulder to cry on, no one left to rely on
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| He was followed by some men in black like the belt of Orion
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| In the report, said he was caught dead in the snort
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| And was shredded, he never even embedded a thought
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| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
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| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
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| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
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| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
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| So let me start from the beginning, I’ll pad the middle with simple
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| Cutest of the children always displaying a dimple
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| Never talking out of line or defined as he fought the vine
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| But an awkward spine left him severed over single
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| Proud in the corridors, a wrong in yours
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| While the janitor was mopping floors
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| He was dropping whores on all fours, left her begging for a reason
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| Treason left him cold, never froze for an evening
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| But the body heat never seemed to keep his body sweet
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| On another meat, looking for another blonde to beat
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| Now the streets became his mistresses, turning his witness
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| 'Cause when a weak spits, you don’t know who be holding hit list
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| Switch shift, he’s stumbling on the war path
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| Whores bark, meditating up in the raw dark
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| For more dark, he’s knowing that’s when the war starts
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| Cutting more lines than disabled kids up in Thorpe Park
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| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
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| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
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| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
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| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
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| So I said the life that you’re living don’t seem to be making sense
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| Shaking pence out the cookie jar, looking hook on the bends
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| Losing friends, rookie, he spends all of his tens
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| On the little bit of leaf that will leave him stuck in the ends
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| He started to shot, losing the plot, itching his scrot
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| Little street corner located, dropping his crop
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| Others would watch, smother the block under the spot
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| 'Til he found himself surrounded by brothers robbing his gwap
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| Didn’t seem to be the average type, caught a badge in sight Coppers turning
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| foxes and it just wasn’t the rabbits' night
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| He wasn’t known for just a couple of minutes
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| Scrolling through his phone trying to bell a couple of digits
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| But nobody would answer
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| Chancer who took his last chance at a glance
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| In the drug deal stance
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| And now he dance with the devil in the park by the treble
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| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
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| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
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| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
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| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle
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| Stars and shards of glass will harm if they meddle |