no friends, prison sentence only diploma they send
try to cash in checks written in pastell green color
the bankier didn't believe and called security it was horror
the guy thought he was a morron, and if its all u hear u believe it,
no honor, the streets filled by rap beats, dude spitten over hear and
over there, but all i spit is real as death, no guts left back, in
streets u scared of reincarnation, only time i feel good when i ball
on a radio station, lyrics fake as dragon mine real as knights, dude's
call for fist fights but bring knife's, so when i'm high as a kite
again ill be up there eaten some of the moon when i'm hungry my
friend, thats my life
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