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FOR REAL !!!!!!!

I’ll battle from the womb to the cataclysmic tomb
I can’t be shocked if I catch a cap by noon
The games the same it don’t ever to change
But you better be straight up and don’t ever come lame 
                                                                        
With some weak ass talk and no kind of back up
If that’s your plan dude you done defiantly fucked up
You must forgot about the streets and where you been walking
It don’t matter East coast West coast, it ain’t about talking

 I gotta get paid it don’t matter how it’s done
Whether trivial theft or strong arming with a gun
I got hungry mouths to feed and the piper to pay
I tried the 9-5 but Uncle Sam’s the one who get’s paid

  I come from a different planet, with a whole set of different rules
What you call living desperately, I call living full
I’ll never regret nothing believe me on that
The experience, the revelations brought me to where I’m at.

Don’t pass judgment on me because I got my street ways
Of keeping my lights on and the hungry wolves away
If you got a better plan then show me a different way
If you don’t then understand why it appears I have strayed

I know what it is to have to hustle on the street
To fight and to struggle just to get something to eat
So don’t sit up there and tell me you know where I done been
Like you know about survival in the midst of the Cobra’s den
 
It’s a place full of demons and of un-thinkable greed
The beast is on a mission looking for a soul to feed
He’s done looked my way far too many times
I have seen him on the corner and in my cell doing time
 
Bombarded with messages and subliminal suggestions
That lead you to believe I will never find direction
But where is this place that you think I should be
It’s probably ruled by power, property and fake ass prestige? 
    
Do I deserve to breath, because of how much money I’ve acquired
Do you think I driven by bling and by my pimp life desire
Damn you and your people who tell me how it should be done
Like you’ve been in my jungle war and think it’s easily won
  
I got my swagger my swerve; you’ll find no fear here
No regrets no remorse I want shed a single tear
It took what it took to wake up the hustler in me
To compromise and realize it be what be
                                 
So if I flash and dash and begin to finally rise above
Don’t think it ever came easy, believe me it was rough
So sit up there and contemplate, what you think might be my deal
But the reality is this alone; this shit is for real                  

Written by Miami
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