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Growing up in the ghetto I pushed the pedal to the medal Thinking the drama was cool Fighting was smooth I was a fool  To believe that was true Moving to the burbs
You deserve to rot in hell like a Cracked, rotten forgotten egg in the middle Of a field on a scorching hotTexas summer day.My mother, my caretaker, the woman (figure out a transition) That has made mistakes, trustedYou with her freedomMr wright o
You deserve to rot in hell like a Cracked, rotten forgotten egg in the middle Of a field on a scorching hotTexas summer day.My mother, my caretaker, the woman (figure out a transition) That has made mistakes, trustedYou with her freedomMr wright o
I really want to be a lawyer. I really like wearing button-up shirts, And khaki skirts. I really like fighting, But fighting with my words.
A good man goes to war and I am the one willing to fight. The court my battle field, where words are my weapons, Existing not as knives or guns but as bombs.
When I dream these days, I want my eyes to be wide open, I don’t want to sleep through it. It might sound crazy but I want to see everything, good, bad and indifferent. When I dream, I dream big
Money cannot buy happinessThough, it does make stability The world today is revolved around moneyI guess I can understand why People with more moneyReap greater benefits
One day it sat
Going to college is what's important to meDon't worry about anyone elseI'm not worried about anybody elsebecause I only care about meI don't want to be nothing that I know I don't want to be
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