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It gave me chills the first time that I saw that
nigga since he shot LaGhram. They had him locked
down. he got his weight up, and now he swears
he's the fuckin' man. No remorse, that niggas
cold, he's runnin' shit now or so I'm told, word
up the devil done stole his soul in fact, I heard
he sold it long ago, no doubt to break out, from
the ghetto that be making fiends out of moms, car
alarms, packin' heat when the beef is on. Word is
bond, son, in this triteness it's all the same,
watch your back it's a god damn shame, who's
fakin' jax, your best friend will sell you out
and no doubt, he's makin' a name, he'd die for
the fame, I don't want much I just want
everything. Die for the fame. Some get a little,
and some get none, some catch a bad one yo, that
was my anthem. 17 long hard years of blood tears,
nigga you were never there, nigga you would never
care, fuck the word cause the world fucked me,
you could take me outta' hard times, but you
can't hard times outta' me. Run your shit, bitch
... we was tight but now I look out for myself,
only for myself. I'm a changed man with a changed
game plan, hung out together, grew up, you was my
main man. But shit's just not the same; I'm in it
for the fame. Childhood nightmare scenes that
souped his head up, his broken heart and broken
dreams got him mad fed up, the pain done got his
eyes, he cried for the first time since his
mother died when he was 5, sinkin' his sorrows in
Jack D and Old E, just then he wasn't glad he
reminded himself of his daddy who made the pipe
his wife and hit it every night, his tears were
thick, his thoughts were mad hectic he's not
pretending, he's thinking of ending the
reminiscing over hard times and hard luck, nobody
gave a fuck again the agony struck, he the barrel
in his mouth, bit down, and just bucked.
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