| I will always be there even if I leave one day
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| What mama told me kissing my cheek
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| These black kids die stupid like Tupac Shakur
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| But hey, that's life, I have to get used to it one day
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| Yes I still dream about it, to go back home
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| Repack my suitcase, my suitcase
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| Yes I still dream about it, to go back home
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| See my family again, my family
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| These niggas die, immediate is revenge
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| We commit murders not for lack of conscience
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| In the end I'll take all the sentence
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| I'll leave like a king, not like a snitch
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| I was born, igo, on earth there was no longer peace
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| Many of them will be missed
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| Young black guy determined to do some mula
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| 'Cause my life was rickety like a drunkard's footsteps
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| I will always be there even if I leave one day
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| What mama told me kissing my cheek
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| These black kids die stupid like Tupac Shakur
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| But hey, that's life, I have to get used to it one day
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| Yes I still dream about it, to go back home
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| Repack my suitcase, my suitcase
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| Yes I still dream about it, to go back home
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| See my family again, my family
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| From the beginning sublime is my talent
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| To life, to death only for my mom
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| No deficiency, I rarely miss myself
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| I don't give a fuck about you, royally
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| Adorable for a while, at the end I become corrosive
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| I see bitches sucking me, after Nero Nemesis
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| Resin inhaled until the heart stops
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| You carried me in your arms, never schizophrenic in front of you
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| Validated by the street is good, but it's better when it's you
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| I'll do dirt all my life, so that you find joy
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| Child, I felt invincible, when I was under your roof
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| Money comes and goes as fast as Bielsa
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| They want to bring me the evil eye, isolate me like an only child
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| Six feet under I'll be alone, not until my mission is over
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| I will always be there even if I leave one day
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| What mama told me kissing my cheek
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| These black kids die stupid like Tupac Shakur
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| But hey, that's life, I have to get used to it one day
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| Yes I still dream about it, to go back home
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| Repack my suitcase, my suitcase
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| Yes I still dream about it, to go back home
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| See my family again, my family |