13614, YO... Posted by PRYM8, Mon Oct-08-01 01:53 PM
Growing into my britches Out, growing the streets Theres a thin line between war and peace Whores and jeeps Ignore emcees like beef Scribbling freedom on pages My third eye is like pink eye. Seeming contagious.
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It's like I'm fighting for freedom Writing for freedom These record company niggas I dont like when I see him My ancestors when I'm writing I see them And talk with them, Hoping in the promised land I can walk with them
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