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Children of former drug dealers
Turned into some cop killers
Daddy was murked before they were off that 3 wheeler
Pittsburghed by a Steeler
Looked to the streets as a healer
This story couldn't get realer

Become a rapper entertainer or athlete
Little do people know it's the same thing
All of them can add to your subtracting
Just like gang shit your life used for taxing

All roads are leading to hell
We weren't smart enough to see through the spell
Hunger games 3rd Quarter Quell
Lost emotions only seeing a shell

Starting lose my sympathy
No fucks given I'm meaning literally
No one heard me in my past composed symphonies
Highly doubt anyone is listening
Even though for years I've been shining and glistening

It really don't
It really don't don't don't
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I'll be dammed if I become a hologram
because those are the ones catching hollows man
Moving slow if you don't understand
Made it to the beach making angels in sand

Spent my whole life looking for peace
Little did I know that's what would leave you deceased
Fighting against the mark of the beast
Too many centuries have we suffered defeat

I don't want money I just want the platform
Not worried if they printing plaques for him
Who is going to make it through the last storm
In the race always flip it on last turn

Fuck niggas always changing the course
Put us against one another just for sport
Space jam always switching the court
Letting off fireworks like in July on the 4th

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Credits
Writer(s): Aedan Outlaw
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