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I was a kid, young boy
Looking around my friends aren't coming to the same school
Plenty things on my mind
Phone full of slides, got to make results

asked about my dreams and then my confidence was knocked
All the other kids were laughing so from then I kept it locked
Speaking to my younger self you

victims, oppressed by white kats
If being a billionaire is victim how'd you cook that
99 per cent of white people would like to eat like you have
Hov did

remember when we were kids without the first aid kit
We used the soil as the remedy and the bandage
Now we got stress because of bills and the mortgage
I

it in boy
Get it in boy
I'm bout to get it in boy
It feels go to be great
Having food on my plate
Unbothered by hate
You can go back and forth with ya

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I don't know what I want to do with you
I don't know what I want to do without you
I don't know what I'm gonna do about you

you with three holes, you a fuckin’ folder
I can’t fuck with hoe niggas, you Eric Holder
Took a minute to heat, just like a toaster
Ain’t got time

could abide in His grace
Or maybe you just get punched in the face

Sucio, sucio, always looking for that loophole 
Know a kid doing a bid, started when

(Yuh)
Smokin' on boof, I'm not touchin' a ciggy (Facts)
And I got the truth
Bitch, I am the truth
I'm snoozin' off poppin' a pilly, huh
If you wanna

Did it ever get you paid pull the cash out
Grab her by neck why cause she got a bad mouth
Bitch I'm from a one you know you fucking with a winner
Send

Keep Ya Heads Up

Ya Baby! String Quartet

The String Quartet Tribute to Tupac

2005

and you're feelin' all alone
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em
Cause I think we can make

Yeah I fell through a couple big cracks
Had some big setbacks so I wanna make a comeback
And now I'm the running back
You can call me Bo Jack
By the time

I'm wrong
Cause everytime niggas pickup they kids they got in the car & be singing my song
And Crazo always been a smart nigga boy you know how i rock

enough ok
Really from the slums
If you ain’t day one
Gotta get the fuck up
Go away
Ain’t no fake around me
I got niggas who got cases round me
Now a days

don't want the rum
Foes gloat but I'm the one
My lines are so magical
These kids know I got the antidote
Homies are famished hoes
While my skills build my

u need a release 
Got no reason to care 
All ya need is a reason for
Breathing the air 
But ya feeding the beast 
Underneath and derail 
2 steps

My Side of the Tracks

The Former Fat Boys

Rocky Loves Emily

called in daily cuz kids would kick punch and jump me
principals believe stories, counselors said fight back
so this little fat friendless kid got

Thoughts be getting deeper when it's getting late at night
I zone into the music as I'm starring at the sky
Chilling by some trees as they waving

a winner 
My agenda been to benefit the ones who kept me centered
Yet and still the campaign saw it’s own fair share of hiccups 
But now the kid is booming

The Color Hate

Souljahz

The Fault Is History

2002

to the place
Where all the color lines fade away

'Things ain't always what it seems', Martin Luther King
Said it and while you hate you regret it
But the world

how it influence the kids tho
Fast forward and it's all fucked up
Generations got more than just some rum in a cup
Dodging all the same pitfalls that

no high 
Big truck pulled up it ain't ride by 
Flee jumped out 
He was mad fly 
The type of nigga you could never ever walk up on 
But walk to me super

and you shouldn't play this, oh no

Inspired me to wanna go stupid 
Now I want these kids to sing my songs like lucid 
Dreams, tryna make it bump like juice

Gretel and Hansel
This just a sample
I put the game on my back cuz I got my hands full
That’s right I lead by example
We The People changing