Life's Lessons

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Spread these lyrics like crack an 80's ghetto corner block,
now don't take this as rap, yo, this is just a warning shot,
I still get paid, that doesn't matter whether I perform or not,
I'm hoarding boxes of ammo, that's why I'm sporting Glocks,
and people try to hate me because I'm too unorthodox,
and all the mainstream does is appeal to conformist flocks,
runnin' numbers, trapped inside a cube like a proportion box,
black or white or rich or poor, the cold, lukewarm and hot,
I grew up poor, I didn't grow up rich, the important crops,
were planted deep inside my heart, can't keep the door unlocked,
absorbing thoughts of suicide, this hip-hop truly ruined mine,
I cared about these human lives and truly I was doing fine,
until I realized how many people die and folks shoot the nine,
decided if I died well then I'd ride and wouldn't move to crime,
sit inside the booth and vibe, I told y'all that music died,
when Jesus Christ was crucified, all it did was boost the ride,
people try to criticize because I bring a deeper message,
than just "money, cash, hoes", try and I'm teachin' lessons,
youth was filled with hunger and desire, streets of essence,
now I've realized to help these people here's the key profession,
secrets kept in, locked in deep depression, peace, aggression,
most of all of the love and warmth I spread in recent sessions,
I used to sleep and rested soft until the creeping lessened,
still I always got bullied, felt like I was a piece of wreckage,
I used to skip school and rap when I would miss the classes,
I read up on my books and quoted every different passage,
teachers couldn't reach me, and the kids were kissin' asses,
and thugs were flippin' crack, all I did was just give it back and,
and I reflect back on how it was hard, damn, life was hellish,
we look back and think of stories of the strife trife and tell it,
I run with the brightest fellas, I think of flashing lights and relish,
now I'm sleeping good, no luxury, but all my nights embellished,
I felt like sometimes I was vexed to hell, thought affects you well,
I'm searching for an answer to my problems, can't be next to fail

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