Lost my job at Mickie D's
4 giving away 2 much food 4 free
But couldn't watch another black child go 2 school...
With nothing 2 eat
7 of us then took 2 the streets
Raised by the music, fed by the beat
Seeing how long we could stay outta jail is how we...
That's how we compete
We never ownd the streets that we kept defending
So the money we got, we just end up spending
With nothing 2 save & not a thing 4 lending
U'r never really happy
U'r never really happy, just really good at pretending
Everybody N the world wants 2 B a star
Few got what it takes 2 get that far
If a rocket ship didn't cost more than a car
A brother might move, might move, might move 2 Marz
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