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Chiraq

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Growing up i was a n#gga

And a child

Taught to survive

But that only last awhile

Being good aint good enough

To stay alive

Gunned down like jews

Used for our ideas Bodys in big boods

Then thrown away

Like worenpair of old shoes

Who new

What the color of your skin could take you thru

She told me to survive

Without her

She didn't know

Those words broke every child

Cause if i got to run Or tote this gun

Mama ima survive

Tho im tryna do right

The good ones out here not seeing the light They 6 feet up

With my ten toes down

Im drowning in hell fighting these demons

With red dots beaming

She told me to survive

So im tryna kill em all

Tho i walk thru the valley Of the shadow of my demons

I still got love in me

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