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Hearing the helicopter all night woke up the next morning wanting to ride my bike my good friend just got into a fight So we head to the streets at the break of daylight kids growing up wanting to be heard on the mic but first they need to get their minds right Instead of doing graffiti all night trying to impress the girl they like people picking on others because of their height Representing a crew just to pick a fight sign at the corner saying R.I.P Mike still trying to harm everything in sight Making sure all of their clothes looks tight before they head to Long beach to go to the pike staying out all night Heading home once they see daylight making it through the long hike wishing they could fly home like the brothers, Wright once they get home they notice nothings right  
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