| Momma told me when I’m older I’ll experience life
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| It’s all grey hairs
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| it’s all grey
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| Thought I was old enough then to know wrong from right
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| But now it’s all grey hairs
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| It’s all grey hairs
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| skipped college, man
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| cuz soon they’ll be hollering
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| used to be kings like Solomon
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| government wanna us see us running like Harriet
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| of prison cell blocks
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| rock charms, Jesus Christ pendant covered in ice
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| is watch jewels, gems, come with a price
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| how we can cop new bank gear
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| Jesus hang from a cross and now he hang from your neck
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| we are living in times of the most critical kind
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| that the focus isn’t there any longer children
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| given a new craze
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| disregard thoughts written
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| and our mission is no longer to reach within 'em
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| But instead we just give in to nature
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| getting grey hairs from all of that anger building
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| a bit of change in my ageless wisdom
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| for the patient victims
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| that we at some point would respect our mission
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| say, for instance, Jay-Z said the streets is watching
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| though the couple in the next car upset
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| turn the volume down, my volume up blast that volume, WHAT!
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| listening to Dip Set, now they sticking you up they more criminal, PLUS
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| but how can I judge
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| they iPods full of G-Unit, the best thugs
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| out to get rich and die trying
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| the sun rising, looking better today |