STREETS
You Won't Catch Me On The Streets Selling Weed & Getting Beat Looking Up In The Sky Seeing People Get High That Will Never Be Me Because I Want To Be The Person That I Want To Be I Once Had A Dream I Wanted To Do Something Good Like Martin Luther King I Wanted To Be Rembered I Wanted Someone To Remind Me Not To Be Like That So I Won't Do That That Won't Be Me
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