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gone.
Poor children will grow without a helping hand,
Calling daddy, (Daddy) calling mama ( Mama) but there is no response they are gone forever.
Growing

Whatever

Masta Killa

Live

2010

dyin' for the love of money
Expensive chains, intensive pain from that cocaine
Condition the brain, children in strain, as I look back
Memory lane,

I'm just passing through
Moments...
Long road trips, short phone calls
Long text messages, no response
She tired of sitting on them benches
She want

I had a dream I woke feeling victorious tryna get cake for my team
Back in city everything good everything great my Nigga we litty
This a mission

feeling indifferent Don't it feel like a setup
We some broken people you worried bout the cheddar
If we on the same team you don't see the double header

They're picking teams
Red and blue every time it's a setup
To sell identity away just to have someone to blame
To get high every time

on the fat winning team 

A lot of clicks want to dream, peep my theme 

I'm in it to win it, you damn right I'm getting cream 

Microphone fiend, uh

Me, my team can vouch for me (they can)
If the tigers are hiding dragons then crouch for me (uh huh)
Federalis on our tail, but I doubt they'll swarm in