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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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