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Huh
I'ma need a bigger bag for the cohort
Tryna make a millionaire out of slum dogs
Bet that, head crack, blunt force
Cozy with the east Africans up north
Where seven make a three, turn a ten by law
Crescent moon wink, when I blinked it was gone
Left the crib, smacked, no sheath on the sword
Made it by the skin of my teeth, thank God
'03, momma rockin' Liz Claiborne
Had her stressin' up the wall playin' Mary J. songs
Rainy day came, couldn't rinse the stains off
Long way to go, we already came far
Story stayed the same, it was never madе up
Threw me loose changе, look at what I made of it
When the mood change, I'ma poker-face 'em
It's a new day, who got all the aces?
Who be foldin' late? Who know when to play dead?
Who sit up straight when the roof caved in?
Had a full plate, you ain't wanna split it
Tell it to you straight, you ain't wanna listen
Cup runneth over the brim
Bust open, there's no closin' the lid
Drumroll, here go my lil' entrance
Gung ho, I'm the one that go get it
Five O's on me like the Olympics
Pure gold, somethin' told me, "Don't mix it"
Caught a feelin', momma had me out Temple
Not religious, we was really out Philly
Livin' on the fly tryna wing it
We got us a fire to rekindle
Redirect the fight where it's meant for
Triumph over plight and immense loss
Ride alone at night, I get clear thoughts
Caught a couple slights and I veered off
Saw another height, had my ears poppin'
Walked outside, it was still gorgeous
Sharp incisors reveal slowly
In the dark inside, we was real hungry
On a seven of the five, we was real hungry
Uh, niggas still drummin'
Foot shook ground when I stepped on it
Didn't look back when I broke soil
'Cause every time I did it would hurt more
In the dark inside, we was real hungry
On a seven of the five, we was real hungry
And I didn't look back when I broke soil
'Cause every time I did it would hurt more
Alright
Yessir, this nigga spittin'
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This is foids' fault.
My six-year-old boy is loud, silly, energetic and funny as frick. When he's busy with his toys or doing something important on Minecraft, he completely ignores us.
When we were on holiday he was counting down the days until we got home so he could get back to building his base in Minecraft.
Sometimes we find him in just his pants playing with cars when we're 5 minutes from leaving for school.
My wife starts asking the question "Do you think we should take him to someone for a behavioural assessment?"
Fricking no, woman.
This is all completely normal and he's going to grow up to be a fine upstanding dramatard.
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I blame school staff more, they want every kid to be the same. My parents nearly got scared into giving me those drugs thanks to a b-word of a student councilor. She demanded 95% of the boys in the school get on the drugs and would berate parents who asked questions. Thank god for my teacher, Mr. E, who pulled my folks aside after their discussion with the b-word and told them that my "issue" was that I was a 10 year old boy.
God, I miss E. Only good teacher I ever had and certainly the only one I bothered to remember the name of.
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Darn E might have saved you and your classmates from years of addiction and medical debt right there. God bless people like this, they are needed to counteract the psychiatry nazis who keep making a buck while never helping anyone.
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