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Add to My Profile | More Videos- Here's my ghetto story.
Been in hell through the fire, now, gonna take it higher...-I remember those days when Hell was my home When Me and Mama bed was a big piece a foam An mi never like bathe and my hair never comb When Mama gone a work me go street go roam. I remember those days when, we was dead broke . Remember those days when I went to bed hungry All I ever ate was white rice and honey Big dreams in my head empty my tummy Might crack a smile but ain't nothin funny. I remember playin over needles in the street Everywhere I go and there was some part of mr Thirteen thirteen was, hookers and hoes On 11th avenue sellin bodies for dope (Whoa) Remember cryin sayin that will never be me Gonna make it someday gotta be somebody Say, mommy don't worry it's just you and me But, one day we will get out of this misery...
"tis is my survival story.i aint takin anythin for granted."
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