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Where I from


Where I’m From

 

I am from my inner self

From secret spot to my hideout

I am from the empty home that

Quiet and lonely it felt cold

Like a dead body am the

Black heart turned cold the

Heart that was once bold

Bust still continually beating

I'm form the big happy family

To the Demons from hell

From oh granny i love you

To aww granny i miss you

I am from the family of liars and stealers

From TeTe it bad to lie and steal its a sin

I am from Morning Star Baptist Church

Were I try to wash my sins away

I am from my mummy's tummy where

Bean and weenies was poppin

I am from a family who sold their soul

Just for gold and now lay ten

Feet under I am a dying flower that

Crying for help i am losing hope

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