Inner City Native Son

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    Just an inner-city-native-son
    Never learned to wait, taught to take it and run
    Some of us raised by the way of the gun
    All the drama we see makes us numb

    [Verse 1]
    You can tell he's seen alot for only 13
    His wide eyes victimized, bite is a sting
    Never told his ancestors used to be kings
    Left to build himself outta what he can see
    That means stick-ball, basketball, hide and seek
    Fistfights, shoot-outs, and crack fiends
    The single mother had to work 60 hours a week
    Cleanin' offices, just so she can make ends meet
    And put clothes on his back and buy food to eat
    She spent time with him right before she went to sleep
    But over time he learned to lust for material things
    His only babysitter was the TV screen
    He was force fed pop culture, watchin' in silence
    Talk shows, curse words, sex and violence
    Used to coming home to an empty house
    Fallin' asleep waiting up for his mother on the couch

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    Just an inner-city-native-son
    Never learned to wait, taught to take it and run
    Some of us raised by the way of the gun
    All the drama we see makes us numb

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    He used to kick it with some other kids from down the block
    All of them was broke, one of them had a plot
    Said he was sick of being broke, sittin around and chillin'
    And that he had a surefire way of makin' a killin'
    Said that he steals old computers out of old buildins
    He already had a pawn shop to deal wit 'em
    Plus a man working security would open the door
    For 25 percent of all the money they saw
    If he was down to make some money they could roll with him
    He promised he would have him back at home by 10
    The kid looks at his pocket then he looks at his kicks
    Looked up at his man and said "That plan sound sick"
    They all agreed to meet at 8PM the next day
    His boy that was 16 would drive getaway
    9 o'clock sharp, they pulled up at the place
    Wearing all black with a stocking cap on his face

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    Just an inner-city-native-son
    Never learned to wait, taught to take it and run
    Some of us raised by the way of the gun
    All the drama we see makes us numb

    While they were snatching all the valuables right off of the desk
    Loading 'em down into the van without breaking a sweat
    A couple guys started feelin' overconfident
    Vandalizing other offices and making a mess
    They wasn't scared cause they knew they still had 10 minutes
    While security changed shit and finished
    But before time was up, it seemed something went wrong
    They smelled smoke and heard the sound of the fire alarm
    They got scared, and since they didn't want to get discovered
    The guys ran for the stairs as the smoke covered
    But in the stairwell they ran into a bunch of others
    Who was working in the building also running for cover
    They saw maintenance, house-cleaners and night-shift workers
    And in the chaos he got seperated from the others
    Pushing through he bumped into a old lady, knocked her over
    When he looked into her eyes..
    It was his mother

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