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I'm ready for what's next |
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I'm ready for what's next |
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I'm ready cause, some days and sometimes, it's harder than it's ever been before |
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I'm ready for what's next |
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I'm ready for what's next |
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I'm ready cause, some days and sometimes, it's easier if I just let go |
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My partner hit me one time |
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Said he felt like killing himself |
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Ain't much that I could say to him |
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Except I understood how he felt |
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It's more to life than drug money |
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It's more to life than cars and clothes |
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But when you raised in the wild as a child with the lions and hunters that's all you know |
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We caught up in a whirlwind of bullshit |
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That's why it's hard to hear the pastor in the pulpit |
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That's why these youngsters down to rumble on the corner over numbers with the lumber and they ain't scared to pull it |
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I thought there was a calm after the storm |
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It's been category five since I was born |
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I'm losing friends everyday over strays |
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It's getting hard to mourn |
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My home girl hit me one time, she 'bout to sell her body for change |
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Ain't much that I can say to her, I guess that's just a part of the game |
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There's more to life than fly bags, there's more to life than diamonds and pearls |
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But when you raised without a father and your mother never bothered, it's hard to stay a little girl |
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She caught up in a whirlwind of stage lights |
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She'll do whatever that you ask her if the pays right |
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Get a lover with no rubber cause he claimed that he was clean, now she know what having AIDS like |
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I thought there was a calm after the storm |
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It's been a category five since she was born |
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I'm losing friends everyday over pay |
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It's getting hard to mourn |
