| Not your business but I’ve seen some shit
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| Got snatched up by my mom when I was six
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| I can still smell the smoke as the bullet missed
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| That’s a lot for a kid
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| Had enough when I was fourteen
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| I ran away so I can force down my dreams
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| But I didn’t have the knowledge
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| The streets was too much
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| Mama just taught me I wasn’t enough
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| You’re safe so you live it up
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| Hard days, you’ve never seen them love
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| I’m not saying I’m the only one
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| But damn some days don’t it feel like it
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| Hands up, please don’t shoot
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| They say that you’ll love it if your mouth stay mute
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| They say they don’t see color but the blood stain show the proof
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| Hands up, please don’t shoot
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| We’ll living in a world but it can’t take truth
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| They say they don’t see color but the blood stain show the proof
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| Lock me up when I was nineteen
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| There goes my twenties and there goes my dreams
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| Put me on the yard and said sacrifice the queen
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| That’s a lot for a teen
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| Cried so much when I was released
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| Kissed the grass under my feet
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| Modern slavery tried to get the best of me |
| That’s a lot for anybody
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| You’re safe so you live it up
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| Hard days, you’ve never seen them love
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| I’m not saying I’m the only one
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| But damn some days don’t it feel like it
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| Hands up, please don’t shoot
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| They say that you’ll love it if your mouth stay mute
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| They say they don’t see color but the blood stain show the proof
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| Hands up, please don’t shoot
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| We’ll living in a world but it can’t take truth
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| They say they don’t see color but the blood stain show the proof
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| Now I’m sitting in my fourties
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| What I need I can afford it
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| Butterflies on the red carpet
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| That’s a whole lot for me
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| That’s a whole lot for me |