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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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