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I sit here and think....


I sit here and think....
wheres my life gonna take me?
maybe one day ill play for the bears 
or maybe i wont stop stressin, and keep sending out prayers

i never thought i would make it out of the hood 

never thought i could play football or stay in school 

all those years i was labeled a fool because my father was gone and my mom was a drunk...

went to school sometimes smelling worse than a skunk 

but i didnt know any better 

i was a young ass kid who was barely learning my letters

but life didnt care, it was gonna start me out young whether i liked it or not 

i always fought and smoked some OG 

but i always had those people who swore they know me....

and they swore i was smarter than that.

i was naive, and i sit here and think.....

They were right the whole time....

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Angel51

A quiet kid from Chicago who lives in New Mexico. I dream like there's no tomorrow. I'm harsh because I'm sensitive, Nothing is easy, but I've come to learn, The sun still comes up the next day.

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