| One upon a time on the J Block yo!
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| My homies had to get the dough
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| Once upon a time on the J Block yo!
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| The homies hit the liquor store
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| See we was kids so many loss innocence
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| Caught feelings, caught charges caught sentences
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| Good catching up but what’s worth remembering?
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| Letting go of yesterday even tomorrow’s different
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| Bruce Wayne dark nights during car rides
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| Bumpy roads sharp rights on apartheid
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| Round the corner from poverty and hard times
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| Boys taking shots like paparazzi at bar fights
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| Still black lives going for cheap
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| Tributes with lip service make it harder to sleep
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| Right in the triple six, yea the mark of the beast
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| These crackers shooting up churches but they targeting me?
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| Look, I been black longer than I been my first name
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| Called nigga before a nigga ever learned names, a lot of schools underserved
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| since the first grade
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| Now a nigga like 'fuck school' and never learned trades
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| Off the porch with the flocks in his flip flops
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| Veering left everyday a nigga pissed off
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| Back on the block or what I’m still a chip off
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| Between a hard place and rock but never pitched raw
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| All we wanted was a piece of mind
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| Right wrongs in the dark trying to see the light
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| Silver lining dark clouds when we see the sky
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| At the bottom looking up trying to see the heights
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| Yea, all I wanted was a piece of mind, a piece, a slice of the pie that America
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| divides
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| Speak truth to the power ain’t no need to hide
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| So my kids and they kids will never be denied, yeah
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| Them boys in front the Dillon’s with the Demi Lovato
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| Sending clucks to the store like get me a bottle
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| Got plenty bravado when the semi is auto
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| Like get to the point or send me the hollow
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| Still, in the color section no respect for the twelve
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| Since adolescence been neglected for real
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| Crooked corrupt methods been expected as well
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| Many deceptions exceptions I recollect for myself
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| Extremes, heaven or hell, or weapons and shells
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| Department of corrections maybe references jail
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| Indictments, with lack of evidence, expected to fail
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| Innocent, guilty, alleged, man a blessing would help
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| Brown paper bags or your check in the mail
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| Connections with the Mexicans, what’s left on the scale
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| Death before the dishonor, all that’s left is betrayal
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| Empathy, indifference, loyalty, we stressed in a cell |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oldtown 96 , by - Bonzo MadridSong from the album Central Standard Time, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп