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Especially in the slopes and the rift.
Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Somewhere inside my childhood witnessed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be? Through the misery that came to pass
The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask
For currency, but you could run to me when you need
And I’ll never leave, honestly
Someone to believe in, as you can see
It’s a small thing to a true, what could I do?
Real homies help you get through
And come to knew he’d do the same thing if he could
‘Cause in the hood, true homies make you feel good
And half the times we be actin’ up, call the cops
Bringin’ a cease to the peace that was on my block
It never stops, when my mama ask me will I change
I tell her “Yeah,” but it’s clear
I’ll always be the same; until the end of
Broken wing