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So I was made out of bed ruckus
On this day
Iheard a voice say
Its a new born king
And then i couldn't cling
Onto the *******
That troubled me before i reached the age of three
I aint lying my brain fryin'
Cuz i seen so many people dyin'
Spiritual or physical
Still im a miracle
**** the haters n spectators
Learn gamed from affilated
Street creditors
The game done change since '95
Im all the waylive
Like coolio im in ya culo
Blazin' a shot gun enema
Yo this aint no cinema
My game tight learned wrong from right
Still battlin' the fight
On my bday suit quick to shoot
Down clowns revengin' my buried historical grounds
Lately im comin' back Penetratin the
Hearts of sin
Only to find my self back where it all began???

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