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about 5 years ago on the westside of atlanta

came back to my home looked at the front door

just chillin and layin on the floor,

damn

why they gonna stick me for my paper

i'll never understand

all i could think, were they gonna come back for more later?

was this happens to much to the poor

should i ignore what happened

find out more as i'm rappin

 

 

 

 

we have to make it from nothing

converting struggles into hustle

where do skinny niggas eat

when competing needs muscles

i came alive when the

don makaveli had died

never realized the power

that he left inside

come around the corner

never knew what was in store

had a gun to my head beggin stop

i care about the poor,

i thought we were one of the same

all 5 of us stuck in this game

 

 

 

i came to believe that this life aint' fair

gettin bullied out of despair

no more breathing until it was time to defeat them

at their own games, no more names

 

 

nathan and i came to make it hot

for people on any block

it's all about the people to make

the feelin of living safe equal

amongst the rich and poor

i feel like our app's on tour

 

 

 

you can spend a long time doing time

or spend a short time once you find

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

they say a nigga like me can't rap

i came up from streets

resisted traps

 

 

documentin the times we're left alone

cuz we all came broken homes