Where I come from? Niggas stay getting popped. I’m used to loud sirens, cop cars, bullets flying down the block,

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I’m from where crackheads will do almost anything for some rocks, I’m from where it's a possibility to be shot by a cop,

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I can do good in life but die because of my watch, I’m from where it’s not safe at night, niggas will take aim for your top,

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I could endorse change in my community, but some of this shit will never stop, I could be the bigger man and still end up getting shot.

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I come from the land of snakes, where you could receive hate, and gang bangers look down on you if you don’t participate,

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I come from where it’s hard to be great, schools have low success rates, and institutions base everything that they teach off of race. 

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I come from a city corrupted by drugs, niggas are wannabe thugs, and everybody is conflicted on how to distribute love,

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I come from a city of hurt, a city where girls like to flirt, but one wrong move and your blood could be on your momma’s shirt.