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**** You really wanna know??..... I can tell you but you better sit And listen. (Chorus:) See.... growin up I liked to climb trees Sway in the breeze. Somethin bout high places always helped me think. does anybody understand that I am what I've seen?? I feel alone and different cuz the other kids don't understand my life's position. All alone on a farm with my grandpa takin my parents position. Independent and good in the kitchen, I spent most days learnin how to fit in. Playin *** drugs, and prison. I was to well educated in the art of sinnin 3 years old an adults had my head spinnin I had trouble sleepin, I'd stay awake and listen, wishin I could party with the big kids. I think I'm kinda crazy. I don't show it but- I'm always thinkin bout the wrong things. Hustlin ****** fightin and drugs, Acted like a **** i was shown no love I didint have friends when i was growin up. Nobody liked me, cuz I was to busy fightin the ones they loved. I chose to be the most wanted outlaw in history.... I Taught myself to live in the streets. When no one was lookin I was always crookin. Looking at life from a delinquents position. I dreamed of drug dealin, sellin and, cookin. I saw myself as a gangster in prison. Practiced cuz I figured that a menace needs To know what he's dealin with if gonna Grow up to be a street soldier.
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 2:39 AM UTC
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**** You really wanna know??..... I can tell you but you better sit And listen. (Chorus:) See.... growin up I liked to climb trees Sway in the breeze. Somethin bout high places always helped me think. does anybody understand that I am what I've seen?? I feel alone and different cuz the other kids don't understand my life's position. All alone on a farm with my grandpa takin my parents position. Independent and good in the kitchen, I spent most days learnin how to fit in. Playin *** drugs, and prison. I was to well educated in the art of sinnin 3 years old an adults had my head spinnin I had trouble sleepin, I'd stay awake and listen, wishin I could party with the big kids. I think I'm kinda crazy. I don't show it but- I'm always thinkin bout the wrong things. Hustlin ****** fightin and drugs, Acted like a **** i was shown no love I didint have friends when i was growin up. Nobody liked me, cuz I was to busy fightin the ones they loved. I chose to be the most wanted outlaw in history.... I Taught myself to live in the streets. When no one was lookin I was always crookin. Looking at life from a delinquents position. I dreamed of drug dealin, sellin and, cookin. I saw myself as a gangster in prison. Practiced cuz I figured that a menace needs To know what he's dealin with if gonna Grow up to be a street soldier.
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 2:39 AM UTC
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