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Jun 2015
Ain't never been much of the church type
I guess I owe that to a rough life
mom and pops use to fight at night
kicked us out on the streets no hope in sight
even then, I still prayed at night
begging for a pathway
hoping he would stair us right
finally, I think he heard us one night
things been looking up - my future getting bright!
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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