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Break Bread Part I

What’s the quickest way to heaven?  

What’s the quickest way to hell??  

Breaking bread at the Lord’s table when I ain’t ask for forgiveness but why should I?  

1995 the Bronx were alive, I’m just a young man trying to see 25. My mama on crack and my daddy don’t care, my brother ain’t even make outchea. Only dreams I could ever have been between Martin, James and Canoe. Seven to Seven at Mickey D’s out on truancy, trying to pay the bills, help mama out, she taking all our money and spending it on crack. When the land -lord come on the first he want his stack, ain’t no other way what a man left to do? God, I come to you.  

What’s the quickest way to heaven?  

What’s the quickest way to hell??  

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