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Artist JoeMac
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Thank you for bustin me in the chest with that telephone, Thank you for letting me see that woman who you tried to replace my mama with when she came to our home, rung the doorbell and you couldnt even look me in the eye to tell me the damn truth, thank you for teachin me how to bottle up moonshine in pints and halves, sell it for you when you wasnt around, hell, I even got me some bottles and sold it on my own, got them Cali s flippin for it, Thank you for tellin me to be like someone else, like you wasn't proud of what you pushed out eleven years earlier, Thank you for doing what you did to my sister, if I wasnt so at all concerned for my future, you might've been at the same funeral home that you worked in, thank you so much for letting me in to the real yall, cause around my friends, that animosity was hidden, see the day my sister left, was when nothin went right, I had to watch yall fuss and fight damn near every night, either cause one was drunk, the other was accusing, I seen abusin first hand, that's why I said when I became a grown man, aint no way in hell Im a let my kids see what I seen, It was only two ways to make it outta EC, that was through school or the streets, I chose the first, but learned the second to stay wise and to survive, cause I aint gone lie, you aint hear bout Junior getting into much dirt, but I was with those dirty gangsta s two streets over, in that basement, when the local hood stars came, I was right in that joint chillin, no fear , no nothin, and came back home and went to sleep like it wasnt nothin, cause I had nothin at home, no love, no stability from those who made me, no one to talk too, all I had was school, 6:55, out the door to catch the bus, football practice afterwards to take my nights to 7:30, came in, washed off from being dirty, ate and fell asleep, I didnt like my time between those walls on Ivy Street, it was like a burden to me, better yet, I was a burden to yall, cause everytime yall went at it, one name came up, Junior, and I told yall at 16, Im sorry I was born and messed it up for the both of you, but I forgive you, I let that all go in the past and now, if I can get others to do the same, then I'll be glad, cause they wonder why I was mad, its because I dont wanna see her go through what I went through, resentment

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