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The Streets Are My School


The Streets are my teacher I've learned so much than what I could learn in a classroom Next thing 20 years down the line I'll be cleaning up people's room Thanks streets taught me how to make living Cause when you broke you ain't feeling like breathing I can spend six months on my own learning things But they make us waste 12 years of our lives They even killing our dreams at a young age You can learn 12 years at school but you won't realize paper runs the world The streets teach you in a month that you need paper Life prepared me for the future I can with some stuff cause of the streets You might think hate runs it but it's the drive that keeps them alive
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Ntando Ganso Melamane

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