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Eyes right in the company I keep,
Devils of the college in the mass herd of skip,
Rest on the bus of the aids they blame,
Jacks behind the hand of the opportunity they claim,
Upset and hurt a family hustler gone,
Last attempts of mother on the phone,
Disrespect in whole the native activity,
Bumbled fallacies of those trying to get me,
For sure this is our respect to the last time,
Catching the curves of those who unwind,
Checking from bad to O’ so good,
The squares taking position outside in the hood,
Wake up the marks going downhill real quick,
Tomorrow a future from the kind that’s sick.
