| Check it
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| I grew up a freakin' screw up
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| Got introduced to gin & juice and drank til I threw up
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| Rebellious at the age of 14
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| I had dreams to be an MC
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| Where role models smoked weed and sold D
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| My co-d' snitched, didn’t know he was phony
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| He helped lock up a few of the homies
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| And my mama hated who I hung out with, but mama allowed it
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| I roll with grown men who actin childish
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| I chose a tough route
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| All of my new friends is thugged out
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| After church I got cussed out for being high in the choir stand
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| When the preacher began preaching
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| I was leavin' a chief to fire, man
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| Christmas Eve, 1996
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| The homie came through with a spliff and a stolen whip
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| Hopped in the hooride, began to drive out to the city
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| Wasn’t long before police greeted us with 9 milli’s
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| One cop was like
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| If you even reach in your pocket for a comb
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| I’m blowin off your dome, hands on the steering wheel now"
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| My first thought was 'my mama’s gonna kill me'
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| My man’s underage riding filthy
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| They found me guilty
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| Hit me with five charges an' plus I lied
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| Calling myself a keeper of the code of the streets
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| As soon as they threw me in the cell, I fell to my knees
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| Crying to God like «Why this have to happen to me?»
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| I just wanna I just wanna go (I wanna go home)
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| I just wanna I just wanna go (I wanna go home)
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| I just wanna I just wanna go home
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| I had a baby out of wedlock, I’m only nineteen
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| Trying to juggle a job and go to LCC (yayayayaya)
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| Between school and work I had to follow my heart
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| While the drugs is driving me and my baby mama apart
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| My daughter turned 4 months, we finally parted our ways
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| I moved back to Winchester and connected with J
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| I couldn’t keep a job, so I wished upon a star
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| Hoping that this hip hop takes me far
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| My father figure was my uncle, lost & feened out
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| And the only thing that’s keeping me sane is freestylin'
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| An' finding roaches in ashtrays, smoking cancer sticks after the hash blazed
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| nas-tay was my attitude
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| Moved that away, shrewd
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| I kept writing 'til the gutter finally consumed me
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| Wouldn’t you?
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| Reality bites and weighs a ton
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| It’s time to roll with God cause there’s nowhere to run
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| I wanna come home…
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| I just wanna I just wanna go (wanna go home)
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| I just wanna I just wanna go (I wanna go home)
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| I just wanna I just wanna go home
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| I just wanna go home
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| I just wanna go home
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| I just wanna go home |