perhaps i was addicted 2 da dark side...sumwhere inside ma childhood i missed my heart die...an even doh we both came from da same places...da money an da fame made us all change places...hw cud it b thru da misery dat came 2 pass...da hard times make ah true friend afraid to ask...4 currency...but u cud run 2 me wen u need me...ill neva leave....i jus needed sum1 2 believe in, as u can c....its ah small ting thru an tru...wat cud I do? real homies help ya get thru,an comin new, he'd do da same thing if he cud....cuz in da hood tru homies make u feel gud....an half da time we be actin up call da cops....bringin da cease 2 da peace dat was on my block....it neva stop, wen ma mama ask me will
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