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I was born
- I was born in the state of New Jersey
- And my younga brotha came out in a hurry
- But I can't rememba, it was blurry
- Fast forward to the year 1999 where things start to get interestin'
- Mom and Dad were doing just fine, just fine, you know huggin' and kissin'
- Livin' in Georgia, somewhere near Atlanta
- Where all you see are red bandanas
- Where you rarely see blue bandanas
- It was dangerous, ya see
- But we lived safely, ya see
- That one block was fam, ya see
- Man, I remember that goddamn babysitta
- She said to watch out for them alligatas
- Bitch we ain't in Florida you goddamn sitta
- And shit, I remember when my olda brotha split his head open
- He came in with a blank look and stood there, just stood frozen
- Cops came and seen a knife in my moms hand
- They got the wrong idea, she was bouta get canned
- Yea, my moms and dad were still doin fine
- But fucking fuck, I had to decline
- I see my moms and dad drinkin' some motherfuckin red wine
- But I swear some fucking shit was about to go down
- Next thing I know, my Dad is fucking far out of town
- And my moms threw away her only weddin' gown
- Ya see my dad was a chiropractor
- He brang in the money like a firecracka
- But how the fuck are we supposed to support ourselves?
- When my moms be puttin fucking food on some fucking shelves?
- Yea, we couldn't keep it up
- Grandparents got us and drove us up
- Back in New Jersey, yup
- My moms decided to send me to school
- I was the new kid, I looked like a straight up fool
- You better believe that school was a goddamn drool
- I was from the hood so I acted all wrong
- Shit, I don't fucking belong
- But my moms told me to keep strong
- This town wasn't too bad
- Just a couple of fights, a tad
- Marijuana was the fad
- And no, I wasn't smoking that loud
- It'll just put me in the wrong crowd
- But it wasn't till high school when i started gettin' high
- My mom be askin where I go and I fucking lie
- Do I regret lying to her face?
- Yes, I fucking do, I feel misplaced
- And yes, I am still misplaced ethically, part of the white race
- Place has Hispanics coming out the walls
- Coming out of fucking stalls
- Out of motherfucking goddamn malls
- But nah, don't get the wrong conclusion
- I love these people, get rid of the confusion
- I don't want any blood transfusion
- Now, hear me out
- Stay here, please, don't give me any doubts
- Stay here, please, don't fade out
- Don't stop because you hit an obstacle
- That's truly illogical
- Keep going forward, you're fucking unstoppable
- Want to be a vet? lawyer? doc?
- Be the next Pac?
- Become one of the good cops?
- Then work hard and don't stop
- Don't stop ever till you get to the top
- Don't fall and become a flop
- Your life is your life, make it what you make it
- Put on your dream till it fit
- Keep it in your body, don't spit
- We all go through tough times
- We all might commit at least one crime
- But soon enough you'll be making more than dimes
- Follow ya heart
- Start your motor and get a head start
- Don't become just a spare part...
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