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Born with a noose 
Torn from the warmth of the womb
Tortured to try to belong to the group
Longed for a youth that was effortless as yours was
But

because this shouldn’t bother you 

In my youth i chased some pussy, smoking weed and drinking booze 
Never seen a tighter group of dudes but that was just

crème brulee
Stop with all that spite don't be acting bootleg
Fuck what any group said I'm cutting off all loose ends
A lot of weight off my breastplate

for the Rap that I grew up on
Group all the gurus in my  G-Ray matter
Make the grounds shake better,
Make the wolves rage,
Weather in the booth cold

Bats

The Uncluded

Hokey Fright

homey
The quote that would open a can of bogeys
In the form of stolen roman candle stories
Wild youth clique
From a tethered plus my alive friends are