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Since being a young boy in the hood My life has never been good Gunshots at night and standing under streetlights I told my self I shall rise If I put in hard work there should be a prize
Since being a young boy in the hood My life has never been good Gunshots at night and standing under streets lights I told my self I shall rise If i put in hard work there should be a prize
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