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A lot of people talk loud but they aint loud at all

Sideline chat but Hush when its time to ball

Im surprised at yall,

U can have a thousand nines,a thousand shines,rock with a thousand dimes,Be on B.E.T screens like a thousand times

But Weigh us up u an ounce against my pound

I gets down for mine

Gottah keep it moving cuz im all about progression

Step incorrect Meet My friends smith n wesson

Real eyes realize real lies

Not knowing the future Cuz i dont think about the past

GOing on 6 years N still My secret is Cast

UNface the Mask of a good guy he portrays

2 years out of my life I was nothing but his slave

Been moving on But when I think it still hurts

Not that much respect since I was treated like Dirt

Nothing but a youngin scared to talk

Back then I should have known it was never my fault

Too much information that im Blazing so I continue to be a

Prisoner of Words UNsed

they lock me with chains, So broken inside my head.....

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Apr 3, 2010
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