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Soul of the bronx


You see these corners of the south Bronx showed me the meaning of life behind bars , the scars you have to get,to get that car you've always wanted, see if that's the price I have to pay, I don't want it at all, because I fought to hard to be behind them bars and these niggas fight to hard to not have nothing at all , it's a damn shame, it sucks that we live in such brutilty, I still pray for the day for a Nigga to come at me, because you see I get no rest!! Living in this world Is like a game of chest!! Will I ever have to power to past this test!!! Better yet can we come together make a new future and forget the rest
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