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Crazy Tale


It's crazy how the people who killed my mama home free

All you did was take something now they trying to make you bleed

This ain't right

It done been some years I think you done payed the price

My brother told me I got to be successful yea it's up to me

I feel like if I don't be nothing it make my mama look weak

But we know the truth she the one who made Sleaz

My grandma told me when I start something I got to finish it 

Well I started this writting so let me finish it 

Might be the best that every did it 

Asking am I afraid to lose no I'm afraid win

There go them fake friends and family coming again and again

Not saying that I'm God but turning your back on me is like committing a sin

Been through the rain and the storms but it is what it is 

Trying my best to show i'm built for this

 

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