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tricycles with 8 passengers
jet draggin feet as the road frictioned through rubber slippers
smelled the burning passion through his lungs
hairs from his neck started to stand up
he was young
not knowing anything from right and wrong
2 dollar earphones was his bling
diamonds found from within
cassettes titled slim, shady
simple goals shooting hoops without a backboard
ring composed of stolen steel
cooking up the rice with stones on the meal
chuckin and throwin no bucks but life was golden
just a pair of dimes
this my paradigm, hopin it would shift again
jeep going 150 miles per hour
coins tapping to, stop and go while askals howl
hanging on the roof, air and bugs flying through
passin songs to my homies via bluetooth
who knew? life as a shorty couldn't be so rough
the fool was way happier when he was living in slums

abrupt violence and hidden guns was home to him
there aint no silences
city filled with loved ones this the final end
say goodbye to the little things
puff away my friend 2x
puff away my friend abrupt violence
and hidden guns was home to him
there aint no silences
this the final end

I gotta say goodbye 2x
From packed out churches stolen purses firework explosions
& speakers bursting.. man
Why it gotta come to this
behind this blindfold jet dont exist
Friends aint responding him
running out of excuses then
but they pop up everytime when it comes to amulets and branded objects
Feeling like T when he went to Colossus
Close friends lost contacts turned to raves and moshpits
Fuck im out of words
run it back

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