Huh..ya know living this type a life makes you grow up faster than you'd expect to sometimes...
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fuck around and be in your late twenties...
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feelin like a old man and shit...
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yeah for real son... let em know
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It's hard to breathe and hard to run when your lungs blacken
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Coughin up blood like what the fuck happened
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Raisin my risk of cancer's the answer homie
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But after drinkin something there's nothin like puffin a bogie
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Now I could blame the same product placement in movies,
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Or the commercials, or Scarface in a jacuzzi
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But now I'm livin it, damn,
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I shoulda neva took that 1st cigarette
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I fucked up like your girl was ridin on top of me
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I should of took her to trial and never copped the plea
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But this ain't a christian nation motha fucker please
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America never told me to turn the other cheek
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Cuz I'm from Harlem, the north of Manhattan
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We knock niggas out and make em bounce like Ricky Hattan
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But wildin on the corner, got me turned back from the Canadian border
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I knew she was a virgin, when I first met her
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Rockin stockings and poppin out of the catholic school sweater
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Mom told her she could do better than a criminal
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Seventeen year-old psychotic, trying to be lyrical
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I never meant to break her heart or fuck up her life
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But I was careless, instead of treating her right
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I seen her again at some club strippin, and wondered
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If I could have made her life different
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Yeah..yeah... I joined the army looking for money to go to college
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But they ain't pay me a quarter of what they fucking promised
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Extended my tour, treating me like a sucka
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That's the reason officers get fragged mothafucker
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Don't give me speeches on how you respect and you love me
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With no body armor in a lightly armored humvee?!
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My family's lonely and you want me to re-enlist for 30 grand homie? No
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When I was young I got signed to a record label
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The deal looked so good when it was on the table
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It paid for my cable, cribs, cars and jewelry
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The studios, the women there's nothing they wouldn't do for me
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Except stop screwing me for publishing the royalties
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How the fuck are you my dawg, when there's no loyalty?
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Word to the street
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I should've gone independent like Immortal Technique
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Some people learn from mistakes and don't repeat them
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Others try to block the memories and just delete them
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But I keep em as a reminder they not killing me
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And not thank God for teaching me humility
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Son, remember when you fight to be free
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To see things how they are and not how you like em to be
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Cause even when the world has fallen on top of me
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Pessimism is an emotion, not a philosophy
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Knowing what's wrong doesn't imply that you right
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And its another, when you suffer to apply it in life
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But I'm no rookie
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And I'm never gonna make the same mistake twice pussy
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Mistakes
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| Immortal Technique |
