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[Verse 1]
At 16 thought I got the world on lock down
Not now, there’s too much to be taught now
I got a question, how will I survive?
Cause I know too many people my age that have died
Havin’ dreams of money, jewlery, cars, hoppin’ bars
Walkin’ down the Mag Mile, pretty girl on my arm
My friends all think that I’m crazy, I’m fresh to death
And I tell ’em like this, hold on — I ain’t buried yet
I want to see the city lights in my rear view
And see through condo roofs that I peer through
To see the world above me, God almighty
I don’t need any help against those who try to fight me
Enlighten me, like me, you’re too ambitious
Jealous bitches, fiendin’ after my riches, mind your business
So get this, my wealth ain’t nothin’ material
But peace, love, and camaraderie, tolerance fathered me

[Hook] x2
So, everyone check this
This my message
To the all the brothers on the street gettin’ arrested
To all the sisters in their homes feelin’ depressive
You never alone, never forget this

[Verse 2]
Stand at attention, the lesson to keep your essence
Confessin’ like a manic depressive gettin’ pensive
I want to live on a New York beach or Rome
This to all the struggled kids that have never had a home
So long baby boy, you done grown up
Make your father proud, unless he never showed up
Then do it for you momma, she been there too
And realize she was tellin’ the truth since you was two
Who knew it would be so sad to lose a son
So dumb, now he’s done, he was only twenty-one
So you can’t blame me if I ain’t about the party
Memories of cop lights, steppin’ out with the shotties
This ain’t a made up story like you hear Illuminati
I could have been another lost long-forgotten body
So you gotta make room for my scripts like the bible
Even if I die early for it like the disciples

[Hook] x2
So, everyone check this
This my message
To the all the brothers on the street gettin’ arrested
To all the sisters in their homes feelin’ depressive
You never alone, never forget this

[Verse 3]
So… I keep a chain on my chest
To keep my mom calm, keep her at peace until she rests
One side of my family has always been there for me
The other always forgot until it was good for ’em, homie
And my girl always gives me problems, but god bless her
She’s always been there for me, I could never replace her
Writin’ down every line on a paper, no eraser
Sittin’ there takin’ shots by myself with no chaser
… I didn’t like it, that’s just not me
I’d rather spend my money helpin’ third world countries
But I’m young and I’m reckless, that’s what they tell me
So I’mma give ’em hell, ’till they come and they kill me
Stick by my side, baby girl I really think you’re nice, that’s right
So never give up on your dreams, girl, you just might take it
And if you get on then you just might make it
Never let ’em talk to you bad, keep it classy
I’ve seen too many girls on the street that have passed me
Have their life ahead, one year to another
But now they’re sittin’ at home as poor single mother

[Hook] x2
So, everyone check this
This my message
To the all the brothers on the street gettin’ arrested
To all the sisters in their homes feelin’ depressive
You never alone, never forget this

[Outro]
This to all the people out there, all the kids
Who live a house that’s just not right
Where hell is a place called home
Or those who don’t have a home and are tryin’ to find a place to be
But never forget, you never alone

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