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They criticize me like that boy who used to live on our
street,
He made a living off selling weed & smokin some
trees,
He had no shoes..
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This is my mind,
It’s the only thing I can call mine,
Where I don’t get criticized,
Where there’s no lies,
There&rsq..
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Seven years ago,I wanted to be old,Grew up not doing what I was told,Not having any goals, They told me to be hopeful,So I wouldn't have to be hopeles..
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Yellow swing sets and sunny days,Wide smiles no complaints,Put up some fliers for free lemonade,Why did this all have to go away?Walk to the park and ..
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