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Like the dead end kids, we used to play in the streets
Never worryin about grief, football spelled relief
Ronnie ? was the coach for us
see he taught us to play, almost every single day, OK
Now on Evergreen was Larry and Mike and Lon
My cousin Boo lived there too just to name a few
with Sha-rone, he's bad to the bone, Boo's little sidekick
And a badass mouth, he used to feist it on Harmon Street

Yeah.. all the leeches, bloodsuckers
From y'all I {got to get away.. from this}
I got to {get away.. from this}
My man Marley got to {get away.. from this}
Uhh, my man Stan got to {get away} from this
Inebriated, check, yo

Stay away from saboteurs, haters yappin they jaws

But what if I told you none of this is real
Not the anguish, the pain, or the pleasure you feel
All that you witness and the things that you see
Are reflecting your image indefinitely
So anger is futile
And life is too short
To be crying
Or laughin'

[O.C.]
Reminisce about my childhood, doin things kids did
Roughhouse, playin in abandoned lots, throwin rocks
Trashcan tops wearin caps in America
That part of time be, tracked in my mind, it never blurs
I sometimes visit my youth
Close my eyes and think to alive, sittin on the stoop
of my crib it's weird, we had the "Our Gang" shit jumpin off

You lack the minerals and vitamins, irons and the niacin
Fuck who that I offend, rappers sit back I'm bout to begin
bout foul talk you sqwak, never even walked the walk
More less destined to get tested, never been arrested
My album will manifest many things that I saw did or heard about
or told first hand, never word of mouth
What's in the future for the fusion in the changer?
Rappers are in danger, who will use wits to be a remainder