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Born In Hell
Niggaz changelike the weather sposed to b forever/ cus of drugs crackers cant even be together/n.attleboro dis is our block no gun shotz or punk cops/sick of stressin.sick of being told to go to hell/until i change i willwatch muhself in dis same jail cell...
In my mind a blind man doing jail time kicking up a ryme aint no crime/is it a crime to fite for what is mine/or is it a crime to kick up a nasty ass ryme/i was born in hell and died in heaven growing up with poor friends beggin and stressing..
Its a nasty situation the drama i be facin/when a nigga cant afford a vacation/fuck what u screaming im gold heaven dreaming/come take a slide down to the demon side/ born perfect till 13/thats when allthe problems came to me/i was raised in hell/tell a nigga a secret and never tell*
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