| Back in the day when I was a teenager
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| Me Jet and Joe used to play with danger
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| I remember when Danny Mo’cate was a stranger
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| Boys in bittiez (?) used to shot with a pager
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| Gods gift was Pepsi
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| and milk, weren’t major
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| I was on front line before I used the big razor
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| I was a raver, cocky little fader
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| Now I feel blue like sonic on sega (?)
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| I got fun feelings good and bad memories
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| Times moved on but I got the same enemies
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| Going all out 'til a snitch had to tell on me
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| That was in the past, now I spit like venom-y
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| Change what you like but the bad name stays
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| Life’s too short to be set in your ways
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| Whatever happened to the good old days?
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| Those carefree days, I remember the days
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| I remember when we were young
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| Your ass kept in touch you know, you know
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| Reminiscing back in time, my life was on the line
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| I’ve grown, I’ve grown
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| I remember the days I used to be on the street
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| And no. |
| we can’t still survive on the street
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| You wanted to know, so I’m telling you that
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| Life on the street can be an eye-opener
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| Im watching doors open up
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| Before none of this seemed possible
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| Everything was impossible didn’t stop
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| I was flexible with the hours
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| And now I’m flexible with the powers
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| Im strong minded, some are empty minded
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| Troops get divided they started off as friends
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| And then they collided
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| I started off at home but now we’re separated
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| You see the loving that we both appreciated it
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| Before I remember when I couldn’t leave this chick
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| I used to cheat and thing, make hesky (?) beat and ting
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| Go home and have a argument creating heat n ting
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| And then I’m off again
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| I’m tryn’a leave the past behind me
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| I wanna live in a place where nobody can find
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| Me
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| I remember them days when I was coming up
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| Little kid on the rise with the highness in the eyes
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| No surprise that us kids were searching for something more
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| The different music that we be sellin' in every store
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| Back then the days were different
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| The blocks were dark and evil
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| My line eject (?) the sequel
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| But that’s the UK version
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| Hunger was needed to survive on these streets
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| You had to stay above the water to be one of the elite
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| School told me to hustle
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| And hustle that was the code
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| The education and stuff had to be put on hold
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| You could find me in the smokers corner, flippin' some coins
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| Or find me in the cafeteria getting double sirloins
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| I was a little balla balla, should’ve gone all the way
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| Wasn’t dedicated, loose cannon, kind of led me astray
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| In my first move from a little Mini Coupé
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| No lay lay (?) when I was coming up
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| Yeah back in the day |