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[aid] => mick
[title] => LIFE OF CRIME
[time] => 2005-03-06 15:35:22
[hometext] => THIS IS ONE OF MY SONGS OFF MY NEW MIXTAPE...HOLLA AT ME IF YA WANT A COPY..
[bodytext] => i went from elementary to the penitentary now a criminal is who i seem to be fatal fatalities is a possibility an a criminal mentality is a possion to me ima savage beast automatic rounds is a method to my plots, i made the streets dangerous, you cant step outside witout gettin shot, robbers and cops surround the block everybodies got a glock survival is doughtful, enemy boundaries are hot..(RIP Pac!!) I stay disguised in camoflage when solo without my ontarage cuz killin needs no cause when most homies are false..you gotta pay the cost, cuz a thorn crown comes before a golden crown, chances are slim so dead bodies are found bucked down, yellow tapes and chalk lines are common in my life time, so i got to stay strapped with them nines all the time in this life of crime... {silence} yo im runnin out of time in this life of crime! so many things i wish i could rewind in this in this life of mine.. bad times are my motivation so much playa hatin, traumatized so bad i practice decapitation, i have flashbacks of homies brutally slain flat wit a chrome gat... jus cant kik back an watch the ***** happen, cant ***** wit scrappin, so got to rezide to gun clappin..but what i know...I swear ill take it to the grave, i didnt jump face first i was raised this way, i was 13 when i caught my first felony, 16 i was released an free, probation, got a homie facin, 6 months chasin ..green, got me sellin things i wouldnt smoke my damn self,i jus wanted the wealth an the big body stealth, i cant help but follow along where this path is takin me, ***** i think this game is breakin me takin me to unfamilar places, seein dead faces, the grim reaper has no pations, thats why i draw after 10 paces.. an i neva turn that down i aint no *****, do it all the time..bodies are shaken lives are taken in this life of crime.... [comments] => 5 [counter] => 244 [topic] => 34 [informant] => compton-tre-block [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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