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see, its funny to me how im not hard because i dont come up from the

streets but i was smart enough to see that little corner flow was not

inspired or inspiring. always talkin bout the same damn thing.

more money, more power, more bitches, more weed. fake ass nigga

got tunnle vision, thats all you can see. "see" theres that word again

visions of whats real and fake from afghanistan. and im ready to die today

if thats gods bigger plan. i hear shots and drop never ran. anything done

is done by his hand but i still think the government is fucking suspect.

make a little money and lose your respect. make a little green and those

little homeless boys and girls go unseen. its no wonder you dont see

ghetto boys and girls from the street in the military fighting for freedom

and country. the system is flawed using targeted laws. you created the

streets. the same ones you make sure are surpressed until little homie is

depressed and dont wanna chase his dream. pondering what to do.

does he fight the system and go to school or does he sling rock to get

loot. BLAST. just like that its too late, some other nigga sealed his fate.

a descion already made. Then white suburban america sits on their

pillars like. they did it to themselves, the chose to fight, to live in poverty,

right? wrong you only see what they let you see. i might not be from the

streets but i see you and all you can be just break the mold and give

different cause for fighting. instead of sipping the flask, run your ass to

class make something of yourself to get past years passed. understand

the 6 gets no love from above in the gov. someone has to help whos

been there. and thats you.