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I was born in a day when the hate and the pain was to much to retain any memories gained I mean guns and hoes is what run the shows and when a gun came round every body done struck a pose Nowadays ain't nothing much changed all the people wanna blame all the youth that pave the way But tell me who's really here for'em sides all the gangs and the girls that are there for'em
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