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Beautiful day,the sun is shining
Your family is dead,man,stop crying Clear your mind and start asking Somebody knows who is lieing. Since,you was a child,little nigga Your momma used to say:don't get bigger Now tell me,how is it,how it goes You're big now,your heart is a black rose. Like father,like son they say you ain't like your father,baby I told you to follow your dream You did,but now i hear your mother scream. Drugs,guns,bitches,that ain't for you Scolarship,college,that's what you do Your mother would be proud,but hey! I remember,you let her go away.
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