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Hard Times Made Me Hard Body
I was young and aint nobody try me
people crazy the streets is getting sloppy
kids being grown aint nobody watching em
You see, where im from if you turn 18 it's a blessing
cause round here people is dying and its depressing
when i was young everything was cool
walk to the papis for snacks after school
a hug was a quarter and so were chips
back then we would throw water ballons and not clips
the world we live is evil and its no other way to put it
but it wouldnt function any other way, would it?
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