| Just a baby In the city
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| Was a roach
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| Still a roach
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| Family still with me
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| I try to hold
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| They getting cold
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| I just want to go to the place where the worries don’t roam
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| Either out back home or out on the road
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| I fear the day that I can’t ever go back
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| Sick of pushing all I had to the past
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| I’m turning back the clock using my own hands
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| Looking back at time, was never given a chance
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| Gave back heaven, but I was left at the gates
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| This love I had, brought the taste of fate
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| From the tombs on my own
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| Out of reach, can’t be controlled
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| All alone, no help, hell beats again
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| All alone, no home, hell till the end
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| Feeling zero, I want out
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| Feeling zero, I need out
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| Creeping death, I feel it’s breath
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| Rears its head, now I’m dead
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| No one ever told me
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| That life would be this tough
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| I’m not the one for giving up
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| But it’s just not enough
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| Now I just push
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| Getting by’s a hassle
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| I work myself to death
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| The world can suck my fucking dick if I can’t be myself
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| Just a baby
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| In the city
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| Was a roach
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| Still a roach
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| Still with me
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| Family
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| Getting cold
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| I try to hold
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| Just a baby
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| In the city
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| Was a roach
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| I’m still a roach
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| Still with me
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| Family
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| I try to hold
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| They getting cold
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| «CSB, Can’t Stop Bombing. |
| WRS, We Run Shit. |
| NVC, Nasty Vandals Chilling.
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| Back in the days, bombin' the D’s, the F, the 1, the blah blah blah blah blah.
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| . |
| Nothing fuckin' better to do at 15 years old, right? |
| Robbin' paint,
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| robbin' stickers, robbin' markers. |
| Go up to the layup, fuckin' carrying pipes
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| and shit.» |