Essence of Adolescence
I was the kid on the curb
never thought my words would be heard.
See I've been in a trap house since the age of 6
my uncle started sellin in 86'
my cousin started pimpin in 99'
I was gonna see the pin in a matter of time,
then I found a pen,
wrote some rhymes to begin
then wrote my life in the end.
Now the same curb that I stood
is the same curb that I'll bend.
All I need is the education
then we'll see how the story ends.
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