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Grandma


They say live a little why your such a grandma i hear cus' I wana do homework Instead of smoke cus' I wana purchase Instead of steal cus' I rather learn Instead of play cus' I listen Instead of just hearing They try to perish my thoughts, my dreams, my hopes, my goals I refuse to let the ignorance overtake my soul so let me be, a grandma i hear Smoking, Drinking, Partying, sex is only temporarily fun Whats next? jail time crying cus you ain't got no bill money crying cus your baby's father ain't helping I'm living for the future, of where god might take me i'm in the mist of Satan's presents "Hit this blunt" "Hit this mild" "steal" Different voices conveying from every direction in Satan's tunnel "teachers pet" it continues... "Bitch" "skinny" The voices continues to echo in my soul Fighting me, kicking me, screaming at me you wont break me down, eventually the sun will glow and Ill see the light Yes ima grandma you see, wise and plays everything by the rules
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Shalayaa
Most people doesn't understand how hard it is to live in my community

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