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  Ay, wassup man
  Im calling to let you know, bro
  That, err, I dont know how long its gon be man
  But, err, ya boy wants to do jail time
  But you know, going around Shakers, we aint kids no more
  Still doing the same shit
  March 30th is when I turn myself in and go to jail, man
  Till then, keep making them hits, nigga foreal
  You my best friend, my nigga, you saved me too, in college nigga now, foreal
  Throw your hands up, my nigga, the industry bout to gain one of the best, ya know
  They cant do it on their own
  Aight, Im going
  It’s just the, trials and tribulations
  This world is fucking crazy
  When I’m screaming “free my man!”, the crowd’s screaming “congratulations!”
  Cause we came from couches, to family houses, to corporations
  And I know these streets are a dead end, but these streets embraced me
  People I fuck with call me Kells, that’s what the streets named me
  Fuck where you think I’m from or how I live, the streets raised me
  And fuck the world for hitting my girl with that stray
  And letting tears roll down my face onto her casket at the wake then
  And Im thankful for living this long, cause a lot of us dont make it
  R-I-P to homie Rock who got shot after graduation
  And Jo Jo was an animal, I guess that’s why they caged him
  Caught in a vicious cycle of life as a young teenager
  My history class is bullshit, they feed us false information
  Fuck the founding fathers, millions died over Benjamin Franklin
  My brother fought in Iraq, but it might as well been prison
  Cause he’s home but his sanity aint come with him
  Fuck the world, screaming -
  I pledge allegiance, to the streets
  Hold me down, keep it G
  I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
  That’s why Im still standing in my Chuck T’s
  My Chuck Ts, In my Chuck Ts
  I’m standing strong, in my chuck T’s
  I pledge allegiance, to the fans
  To be the realest muthafucker that I can
  That I can, that I can
  Remain the realest muthafucker, that I can
  Yeah, so when they lay me down to sleep
  The last of a dying breed
  R-I-P
  Jesus died for me, government lied to me
  These people say they loyal, I just hope they ride for me
  And if I die before I wake then cry for me
  And keep my muthafucking name alive for me
  Look, I done seen some things that I would never tell my daughter
  And did some shit that Im ashamed of to get her what I got her
  I know the Devil’s hot, but I got something hotter
  And they aint from Jamaica, but my boys are fucking Shottas
  We never start no fights, but well go to war
  EST tatted on us, that’s something well die for
  These faggots had shit handed to them, but we earned it
  Roll a J, yell out my window Lace The Fuck Up! then I burn it
  Turned into the opposite of what they thought I would, skipping classes
  Voice of a revolution of troubled youth, kiss our asses
  And if government conspiracys a lie
  Then why the dollar got the all seeing eye?
  Fuck this world, screaming -