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Dec 2013
Where I come from isn't all that great
My education was a piece of crap
My morals are a little whacked
And my friends are just as screwey as me
We didn't eat fancy foods
Happiness was out of reach
We weren't going anywhere
Had no money in our pockets
Still we knew
Someday we'd make it big
Rise above it all
Like the stars did
But that godforsaken town
Swallowed so many lives
Now Dom's doing 25 to life
Catie had a baby
And Justin lost to his own knife
The cops know our names by heart
Cause we spend more time in jail then home
And mothers hide their children
When we walk down the street
Cause we are the kids
Raised on broken dreams
MKF
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MKF  New Jersey
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