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1st verse 'whys that 'im a youngsta doing it big times stay on my grind a crooked child brought up troublesome in this life of crime and god where u

`ll make it through today cuzz I don't wanna die -everynite i praise the lord wishing it aint my last nite the struggles & the pain..it all equal life ( B-SKip

Oh the time will come up when the wind will stop And the breeze will cease to be breathin' Like the stillness in the wind 'fore the hurricane begins The

Call it education It was somewhere in between You gave me some sound advice But I wasn't listening After we had capsized I could tell you how you thought

Although we often wondered, it was no thing of wonder The shit that flew from our minds Well, grass stains and fresh fruit remind our shoes of horse glue

Oh, well lesson dance and shoot to God a storm suffered owl You're not invisible inside your car No matter what stupid sort of mission you're on Well,

Well, it would've been, could've been worse than you would ever know Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio Oh, it should've been, could

There's no work in walking in to fuel the talk I would grab my shoes and then away I'll walk Through all the stubborn beauty I start at the dawn Until

I was born in the factory Far away from the milk and tea What's the use? Oh, what's the use? You chitters are split in half A mechanical sacrificial