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2009-12-14 | |
Beautiful day,the sun is shining
Your family is dead,man,stop crying
Clear your mind and start asking
Somebody knows who is lieing.
Since,you was a child,little nigga
Your momma used to say:don't get bigger
Now tell me,how is it,how it goes
You're big now,your heart is a black rose.
Like father,like son they say
you ain't like your father,baby
I told you to follow your dream
You did,but now i hear your mother scream.
Drugs,guns,bitches,that ain't for you
Scolarship,college,that's what you do
Your mother would be proud,but hey!
I remember,you let her go away.
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