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We build futures for our kids' kids

Despite our troubled lives

Got a lawyer who won't fight fair

If they indict a couple guys

Shedding tears in my jail cell

The night my brother died

That loss was hard to swallow

Like a slice of humble pie

Wrapped the blocks up in caution tape

Act like no one's surprised

I had a trunk full of yellow bricks

Just like the ones from OZ

Went to cyphers in the yard

From the kitchen

They used to like it when it's hard

So when I whipped it, had me tightening my jaw!

I'm from the town where it's shaped

Don't go to trial when they safe

It's witnesses around

That'll identify you down to your shape

They know your whips down

To the make and the sound of your breaks

Around 2008, nigga, my couch was a safe!

I had two spots: down the block?

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