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i remember back in seventh grade

when i was doing nothing but trying to get laid

my mind all changed when i hit the hay

my mind all changed when i went to bmca

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it was a school for at risk kids ran by the church goers

and all the people running it were God knowers

who didnt support ryme throwers

flame throwers or no showers

they taught us how to work and put our mind on the bible

hell thats where i shot my first rifle

ya it was cool i had fun for a while

and even every morning  i had to run a mile

but i had home on my mind

i missed it all the time

couldnt wait to get back and spit another ryme

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they never took away my heart and soul for muic

but what they had us listenin too had no beat and was useless

so when i came back i started to writ4e my rap

and dug some up some old crap

i had a couple beefs with some kids from back then

but i havent seen them since i dont remember when

so i tried to shove it off and act like it wasnt there

but it seemed these people wanted it and aparently they really care

they wouldnt let go of some skeletons from middle school

apparently they all thought that it was really cool

but it blew over faster than it even started up

and before i even knew it i was casthin a ride in the back of their truck

i guess that goes to show that people should live and let die

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if you wanna know how ill try to tell you why

i may not be shady but i know im twice as crazy

and i respect that man for raisin his own baby

too many people out there bangin wives

but as soon as kids show up they leave their lives

it takes a little more than responsibility to scare me off

im still here and im not about to blow my top

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so keep your cool and lay it down

everyone returns to their home town

it takes a while to fake a smile 

but in the end its worth the trial