This soul is free from slavery,
the sweet taste of victory is savory,
living in a country with clear paths that were paved for me,
I chose a road of tragedy.
but I don’t regret a thing, stop asking me,
if they had the ups they would’ve blasted me,
if I was dead in the streets, they would’ve laughed at me,
just another dead nigga, not a tragedy.
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