He was raised by the radio and television To earn his loot shoplifting and he's selling ism He never knew any better that's the way he's living You see his father's not around 'cause he went to prison He's got a mind state torn in a civil war And he's gonna solve all his problems at the liquor store He does what he wants, you tell him that it's immature But you can't handle all the places that he's been before Like watching his brother die from a stray bullet Trying to live a short life to the very fullest Gold chains, he's got a Range Rover with rims He's got a new leather jacket and a closet of Tims It's the American nightmare and you might care But he's a cold calculating con artist He's like, ‽Yeah? Come over hereâ€, bang and it's over tonight, yeah I guess you had it coming 'cause nobody here fights fair He's walking down the bombed out blocks without cops And gets props for telling fiends where to cop rocks Trust is a luxury and he's too cheap 'Cause his moms is checking his pockets whenever he sleeps He's got a chip on his shoulder, a monkey on his back He needs to smoke **** so he started selling crack He's living in the struggle, he's used to despair You can look into his eyes and he's never scared, he's thinking I don't care She ran away from the pain at an early age From a father with a problem and a dirty place She tried school but the bars made it like a cage And she could make mad money from a pretty face Without a pimp she was raped by a group of guys And they laughed when she cried out to the sky But the stars and the heavens never intervened Now she's got a son even though she's seventeen In the scene she's a queen but it doesn't last When her boyfriends start paying her with crack In her dreams she can fly, now it's more than that She gets high every time she gets on her back Now the drug keeps calling, she can't escape Nobody wants to keep paying her the same rate Because it's not the same face, not the same waist But she needs even more of the same base She was forced to find a way to satisfy the urge She starts selling every gift that she ever earned And then she turns every trick that she's ever learned Lighting up the glass pipe until her fingers burned She's a fiend for the rock and she can't stop She tries to sell her own son when goes to cop And all the guys stop calling and they don't stare She's got a Jones for the **** and she won't share, she's thinking I don't care
He was raised by the radio and television To earn his loot shoplifting and he's selling ism He never knew any better that's the way he's living You see his father's not around 'cause he went to prison He's got a mind state torn in a civil war And he's gonna solve all his problems at the liquor store He does what he wants, you tell him that it's immature But you can't handle all the places that he's been before Like watching his brother die from a stray bullet Trying to live a short life to the very fullest Gold chains, he's got a Range Rover with rims He's got a new leather jacket and a closet of Tims It's the American nightmare and you might care But he's a cold calculating con artist He's like, ‽Yeah? Come over hereâ€, bang and it's over tonight, yeah I guess you had it coming 'cause nobody here fights fair He's walking down the bombed out blocks without cops And gets props for telling fiends where to cop rocks Trust is a luxury and he's too cheap 'Cause his moms is checking his pockets whenever he sleeps He's got a chip on his shoulder, a monkey on his back He needs to smoke **** so he started selling crack He's living in the struggle, he's used to despair You can look into his eyes and he's never scared, he's thinking I don't care She ran away from the pain at an early age From a father with a problem and a dirty place She tried school but the bars made it like a cage And she could make mad money from a pretty face Without a pimp she was raped by a group of guys And they laughed when she cried out to the sky But the stars and the heavens never intervened Now she's got a son even though she's seventeen In the scene she's a queen but it doesn't last When her boyfriends start paying her with crack In her dreams she can fly, now it's more than that She gets high every time she gets on her back Now the drug keeps calling, she can't escape Nobody wants to keep paying her the same rate Because it's not the same face, not the same waist But she needs even more of the same base She was forced to find a way to satisfy the urge She starts selling every gift that she ever earned And then she turns every trick that she's ever learned Lighting up the glass pipe until her fingers burned She's a fiend for the rock and she can't stop She tries to sell her own son when goes to cop And all the guys stop calling and they don't stare She's got a Jones for the **** and she won't share, she's thinking I don't care
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