By Victor R.
since I was a little boy, this dude was my homie
cops on the corner
he’s the one who would warn me
my mom is giving me the look
like yeah right, that’s my homeboy
family is telling me this
is not the life you want to live, boy
had to learn the hard way
now I’m stuck up in this cell all alone thinking
like dang where’s my homeboys
is this the life I want? not really
so I’ve got to change, bro.
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