it's late march
i'm on a march until my mouth is parched
the birds come out, the sun stay shinnen
now i kno it's that time to start grinden
he's a star u can't miss him shinen
im just here get all mine and
then some, leave bullets on the ground like chip crumbs
i'm not dumb, never been a bump
so keep to ya self or i can get to beatin like a drum
thats plain and simple
put the red beam to ur head like a pimple
stab knives in ya skin, simply dimples
i'm not lien this all from my brain
it's insane that the kids not the same
but ur right he's different, as different can be
just slip on ya shirt, ya arms in the T
cause even me has a hard time bein me
i'll never change, i'll stay like pine leaves
just give me one garantee
and just remember....always remember.....me
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