| Cherish every single year with you
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| Kids will understand outta hands, their issue
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| I care for them, share moments of truth with them
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| Take them overseas with me I be in the booth with them.
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| Problem of legacy, any touch a hair on them
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| Reks going Columbine, postal, fair warning
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| Give them the facts, so in life they not blindsided
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| In my raps, see daddy a bit misguided
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| Forgive me from the gut, from the inside spit
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| Never left a friend in need, let them bleed or get slighted
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| The pen aside, its my people that i try to guide
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| If anything I write, hit a nerve, no apologizing
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| Crossed every T, dotted every I
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| On Ps and Qs from my crew steady ride any time
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| Day and night, 7 a week, 365
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| Original G, underground certified
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| Celebrate the life we live
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| Looking back won’t take it back for shit
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| If I had it all to do over
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| Give it everything I got, one more shot, no regrets
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| Give a kiss to my mother, tell my boys I love em
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| And some brain from a groupie damme touring in London
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| (Not finished) |