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SELF PT. II
Raised in the hood
Seen people with the wood grain
Grew up with the gain of weight
The tool of choice was the brain
Life was never a thrill
With everybody getting killed
Getting that first girl
Now she was a thrill
Known to the world as Bill
Nothing in the world gave me feeling
Until I caught the ghost of the righteous
Prayed to just have a happy day
Never recognizing that just living was a blessing
Always had love foe homemade dressing
Caught in a struggle between then and now
But then is gone toward a dark past
Now is voyaging toward a brighter future.
Written by KoJack
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