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    My man Holo told me the devil would control me
    If I didn't have a hold of my soul and mind
    'Cause now I think back on when I used ta sell crack
    To all the twigged-out bags makin a grip in '89

    It's a .... she made Philmo' clique
    Eight years old niggers on the corner running bags
    While I'm in the park smokin weed & drinkin port
    It was the boys in the hood taggin fucking ......

    But-a, that was the past, all that
    I'm thinking of other ways of making my pockets fat
    And mixing those beats on plastic
    They like tricks, fool
    You can't have it silly rabbit

    Kimball
    Got the past in the past and we're in the present tense
    Looking out from where we are, it's amazing that we got this far
    Like a ... it hits, gonna follow you ....
    Like a son in your gun, turn the corner and the door is shut

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    Back when I was young in the hood carryin a gun
    It was an everyday thing 'cause you had to watch your back
    Running from the 5-0, jumping fences high and low
    For no fucking reason, just because my skin is black

    Ain't a damn thing funny in the land of milk and honey
    When ..... mess with me for their change
    'Cause eight years later now my soul is feeling greater
    But my mind is not at ease, 'cause the system's still the same

    The best that I can do is go on
    Exactly what my mom and pop told me, stay strong
    I know I might seem like I'm a stranger from the moon
    And now I got the key so I can step into the next room

    Kimball
    Our plan it happened there and then, no repent or second dance
    Makes one thing .....
    That's the rub, ah that's the rub
    Won't you turn the corner to the next room and the door is shut
    That's the rub, a, that's the rub
    Won't you turn the corner to the next room and the door's
    Shut

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    Fools still steppin with the same old shit
    Asking how I make the rock and the hip-hop mix
    It don't fit is what they're telling me but I keep denying it
    Fuck it, put on Vision track 5 and rewind it

    God's great destiny, you shouldn't ever test me
    You'd best not flex 'cause you might get fucked
    You're trying to escape yeah with everything but rape
    You turn the corner to the next room and the door slams shut

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    Composición: Mordred, Rova Saxophone Quartet, Paul Kimball y Aaron Vaughn

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