I crawled through the mud, young black blood teachin' his peeps It really don't matter how many I reach As long as I drop, science and bombs, tricks of the trade Obedient slave, look and beyond the page Being born dark shaded, marked and hated Caught on drugs, that's what America loves Never forget, time and travel, 9 thousand mile swim I'm addicted to Bacardi and gin Playin' the games, stuck with a devilish name Does it seem, to me, I gotta act the same Who am I? My jet black, covers the sky Seen brothers that's slayed for revealin' the lies Speakin' the truth, my back ways invadin' my roots Now it's time for brothers to tighten they boots Sit back, look just for a minute and cry Now I know what Biggie meant by being Born to Die Feelin' the whips, locked in abandon ships Strip children from they moms, and beat them to death Yo, give me a second to catch my breath Yo, check it. America, home of the brave, land of the free I know they ain't talkin' 'bout me Yo, check it out, yo.
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