| I wanna dedicate this song
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| To anybody that’s ever felt pain
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| Anybody that’s ever went through sorrow
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| Anybody that’s ever went through change
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| This is from me to you
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| Ha Ha here we go…
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| It’s amazing, no longer am I raising hell up on the streets
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| I got a child up in the creep homie
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| I’m only seventeen, I’m still a young man
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| I’m in the streets watching fools get sprung man
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| I’m wearing jail clothes, my mother rose
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| Taught me how the wind blows, my mother knows
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| All about the struggles, all about the troubles
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| All about your pain every time I hear the rain
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| I cry and I cry to the clouds up in the sky
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| And oh how I wish that you would’ve never died
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| I wish that you were here, I wish that you could see
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| The man that I’ve become, I got a little one
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| I named her after you, and all because of you
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| I sit here and I write this, everyday I fight this… situation
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| Damn how I miss you, wherever you may be I know that God blessed you
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| Everyday we grow everyday it shows
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| Give yourself a little bit of time and you’ll find
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| You best believe (best believe best believe) that
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| Cause if you don’t then you lose
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| Now a few years passed, and I’ve grown to be a man
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| No longer set tripping I got myself a plan
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| It’s all about the money, it’s all about the G’s
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| It’s all about me providing for my family
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| I had a little pad, my daughter called me Dad
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| My lady always said never did I have a care
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| My life was the bomb, I had it going on
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| But never did I think I’d have to put it in a song
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| Staying out late, making mistakes
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| Hanging out with no-good Nicklebag Snakes
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| Taking them for granted, and no I didn’t plan it
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| But till the day they’re gone is the day you’ll understand it
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| Now I drink booze, still I won’t lose
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| Wanna be a fighter, a gangster-rap writer
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| A fool from the streets making sure you get the creeps
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| Every single time that I pop up in your mind
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| Everyday we grow everyday it shows
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| Give yourself a little bit of time and you’ll find
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| You best believe (best believe best believe) that
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| Cause if you don’t then you lose
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| Well, now it’s ninety-nine, I’m running out of time
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| But still I see these fools always throwing up their signs
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| Sit and reminisce, about the Smith and Wesson
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| And how I will be quick to show these fools a lesson
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| Not that I won’t G, but I best be
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| Well aware of all the time that I won’t see
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| Twenty-five, thirty with an L, trying to a daddy from a cell
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| «Farewell,» is what you better say to the one you’re thinking of
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| Is what you better say to the woman that you love
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| Cause now you got some issues, and even though you miss her
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| She will find another mother fucker to kiss her
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| Another one to hug, another one to love her
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| And every single day, doing time, you’re thinking of her
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| Watch what you do, and who you do it to
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| Cause way before you know, they’ll do it back to you
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| Everyday we grow everyday it shows
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| Give yourself a little bit of time and you’ll find
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| You best believe (best believe best believe) that
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| Cause if you don’t then you lose |