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This is my own version of this this song. I hope you guys like it. It's something simple.
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Lyrics:
sitting in my black thinking chair
i think so much, im startin to get white hair (yea)
as i watch the time fly by
new rap verses leaks through my state of mind
the game out here goes harder day by day
making money in this economy leaves me unpaid
i just wish i can pay the bills
on time, pay for food instead of taking vitamin pills
it's bullshit how we talking
we got kids and families out here starving and dyin
education fails, crack sells, homeless tales
prostitutes roamin the streets, but who cares?
states gone broke and who they fucking blaming
damn sure aint me but sure the immigration
man, i had a dream,
the shit washed down, and all i wanna do is scream
i wish i had the cars, i wish had it all
i was born poor, die rich and go far
that's what i have in mind
24 on the street, a hustler on the grind damn
i might not have the jewelery
and it cost more to live it
i might not have the bread
but i'm still bakin
and if you can't understand this,
just stop and re-listen, as dialect changes
don't hate on the words cause you didn't make it up
and if you aint unique, stop making shit up
all i wanna do is live, and i dont want to stop
haters in my way, haters step down
my ambition won't stop here, no not at all
god said dont stop so imma keep it real dog
and if my mom said imma go somewhere in life
i guess imma put the key in the ignition and drive...
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