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I get to feelin' like I could have thought about it twice.
Maybe I should have stayed in school.
But I got to feelin' like I never had a chance,
can’t see him
Shit I saw blood painted in a museum
With fans To keep cool
I kept mine to survive school
Shooters got blood on the teachers stool
When
then they thought this was a game, but pussy bitch I got that shit now
Yeah, Bitch
You gotta know I'm with that shit too
Last nigga fucked with Lil
drugs on the body, just to dirty up his name
If he carried the 4'5", it was to protect himself
Cause if white boys shoot up the school, they gon' call it
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Plus I think I'm getting weak 'cause my thoughts are too strong
I'm just sitting here, I ain't saying much I just gaze
I'm looking in to space
The people went to arty school
They made their paints by mixing acid wash and lemonade
In my brain I rearrange
The letters on the page
To spell your name
to that
Which are really yours or are you just a copycat?
Your school told you this and your church told you that
Memorize this and don't you dare look
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Plus I think I'm getting weak 'cause my thoughts are too strong
I'm just sitting here, I ain't saying much I just gaze
I'm looking in to space
He´s thought about it for a long long time
About being attracted to his own kind
He´s ready to take those fantasies
And make them into
Well, I got out of school and I was feeling kinda down
I thought I'd join the Army just to take a look around
I went down to the recruiter man
Cause maybe you can read my thoughts
And going to school, going to work,
Doing the dishes, knife and fork
All of that, all in all, hand in hand,
was God's construction?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang
Gangbangers that spit slang
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools
Than depending on welfare or medicaid
So finish up school and pass the scholar quiz
And show your children what the value of a dollar is
Cause many
did it my way)|now I'm looking back with no regrets (I did it my way)|sometimes i really wish that the fame was gone|so many times I thought about
it got you good
I walked away pretendin' not to know you
And I hoped that you were still out cold
And I thought of the time you said I was your
blasting their treble tones
and the arguments are disputed after school,
in the parking lot as the teachers bend the rules.
Patiently you waited for
take a flyer
The thought of it's causing me pain
Ooh!
Talk a walk under the subway
See an old school chum
Window shopping for a short while
Then we'll
and smoke one a them dreads
And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the feds
Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close
I hate her boyfriend so
punk muthafuckas!
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!
See the drug game was always the man's sport
That's what Cam thought so everyday I had a hundred grams bought
hooked with connections
Some thought they knew all adolescence could teach
They graduated from school but fail life in the streets
Your pops taught you
will be as new as the day it was found
Oh, love is real it is not just in long-distance commercials
Or something that you thought you felt back in high
always knew I puff
Yousta see me go to school, on a smoiler bus (woo)
I'm a sped ed kid, I'm gettin' all this paper (uh huh)
You should sit, scibble lines
the thought you wont be back
You left your note dont contemplate
And stop the train with your face
Could you, would you
Steal a ride
Collect your homies
And Milo began to play
I remember back in school didn't care, was a fool
Fell asleep in every class, waxing cool (sm?+& *$#%s)
7 years pass by in
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