Quote #207
sincerely yours/I'm a thug, the product of a broken home
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- but then America f**ked up and blamed up/I guess it's cause we black that we targets
- I beg God, to make a way for our ghetto kids to breathe/Show a sign, make us all believe
- Down to die, for everything I represent/Meant every word, in my letter to the President
- Our unborn never got to grow, never got to see what's next/In this world full of countless threats
- Word motherf**kin life/f**k this ni**a think?Cuttin taxes, takin off welfare/We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin?
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