Straight Out Of No-Where
Movin' so many times,
I ran out of fingers to
count the shoe wear.
Messing up everywhere
So now I'm a kid of
No-Where Land.
Everyone reppin' sides,
while I be reppin' time.
Time to go;
Time to blow;
Time to show;
that I got what it takes
to beat the stakes.
I already beat the shakes,
Now I'm free.
Free to rep No-Where Land
Some-Where.
But now that I reaalize,
we all live in No-Where Land.
Same damn low wages,
same ripped pages,
All trapped in cages.
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