MUSIC PLEASE
'TO MY CHILDREN" THIS IS MY OLDEST SON
JUST DON'T BE LIKE ME.
AS YOU HEAR ABOUT THE FUCKED UP THINGS I DID,
WHEN I LIVED IN THE GRASP OF THE BOTTOMLESS PIT.
THERE WAS NO FOOD TO EAT AND I WENT TO WORK AT TWELVE.
WHEN I STOOD ON THAT CORNER AND SOLD DOPE TO SURVIVE.
I PULLED THE TRIGGER, FUCK THE POLICE AND ALL THAT SHIT.
MY KNICKNAME IS A INDICATOR OF WHO I WAS,
A THINKING MAN IN THE REALM OF IGNORANCE.
BOTTLES OF CHEAP ASS THUNDERBIRD MIXED WITH JUICE.
SHAKE THAT SHIT UP BRO AND LETS GET LOOSE.
A LIT FUSE ON A SHIP FULL OF NITROGLYCERIN.
SAILING THROUGH THE STREETS OF AMERICA.
I WAS NOT READY WHEN YOU WERE BORN.
STILL LIVING IN THE GRASP OF POVERTY.
TRYING TO SURVIVE AND TAKE CARE OF YOU ALSO.
I LOVE YOU MY CHILD.
BE BETTER THAN ME.
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