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 Came up out the suburbs but my neighbours still hood
Came to school every morning smelling like piss and firewood
Living two blocks from broke right up the street from poverty
Left me to feel fortunate, a false sense of prosperity
Around the corner were children, with me they couldn't relate
See my silverware were my hands and China was a paper plate
For better or for worse the city line is filled with blues
Everything is so close to home don't know which side to choose
Growing older to smell myself did my all to disguise the scent
New school with no new clothes, just swallowed my pride and went
Living two roads from rich left out on the way to success
Right along on a path to failure realized my curse is to be blessed
Two sides to a coin, used the details to get ahead
Low class didn't mean no class, remembered what was said
For better or for worse the city line is filled with blues
Everything is so close to home doesn't matter which side you choose.