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It's that seaport life, seaport livin' Uh huh, it's from the soul
You see my past on these streets, got me thinkin' of my ways
So as I'm bendin' corners, I'll be watchin' for the strays
I wanna be a scholar before the endin' of my days
Plus I'm stayin' away from coke, I don't wanna end up as no play
See my homies sniffin' coke, fuckin' with the white girl
OGs who like my family started smokin' hard furl
After that it was the ex, aka the ecstasy
Then I took a look around and wouldn't nobody next to me
Are we victims of the street, or just fallin to the game
I don't know which one to call it, but I know that it's a shame
Some say that it's the drugs, the music, or the gangs
But you see that it is deeper, man, the devil and his fangs
That got us ignorant, got my people out here wildin
Politicians are corrupt, and big brother is profilin
So I'm mobbin' through these streets, sippin' brew, while blowin a smoke
Thinkin' about these precious seconds, cause I know life ain't a joke, player
This is my verbal emancipation, I'm gainin' patience
And I'm gainin' weight while I'm waitin' strictly on God
I ain't acceptin' naything from Satan, you sadly mistaken
If you think my faith is fragile and easy to break
I eat good food for the soul, but if you ain't ate
The body got a limit to what it can take
But in my case, it's mind over matter
See me nail to a cross before I lower my standards
As a man to get my pockets fatter
For you haters, great debaters, hope I choose the latter
Forget a foot dragger, why
Cause I ain't got no swagger
Not a sucker for pretty lips on a trick tryin' to flatter
These slackers, non-factors, they just real good actors
Time passin' forward and they steady movin' backwards
Since they real good actors, sit back and watch them act tough
Here we go, another episode
Young soul, body turnin' cold
While the police wait for back up
I'm supposed to follow suit
What they expect a nigga to do
Beggin' to plead when only a few real niggas knew
What real love can do
Struggled and hustled under the sun, nothin' new
Hid the homie pistol while the folks pass through
Had to toss it fast too
Cause they will harass you, no jail time now
Meetin' a homie after school
Bout to smoke some purp and see what it do
All things goin' through when livin' at this timeline
Only blessed with a few real friends and I found mine
The past was my downtime
And heavy rain pourin' down, now it's grind time
Like the confined need sunshine
The school kids need lunchtime
Comedians need punchlines
Relations through the eye that sees all dollar signs
Made just before my time
Maybe I'm right on time
Cause in my mind, for everything a place and time
Say everything without wastin' time
Made many mistakes but I learned from mine

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