As long as I can remember,
I been given em the biz and saying how it is/
even when I was misclassified, thinking what my problem is
wondering why I didn't fit in with the with the stupid and the ignorant/
i could pop off a gun,
but was never sure why cool with it/
but I know its kill or be killed,
so I learned to be luke warm with it/
i put my fears before my values and moved on with shit/
I wonder how the fuck did it ever come to this/
now to this day I'm hating myself for shit/
fuck it i know its bad for ya health,
but i grew up with a love/hate relationship with myself/
now i find my warmth and comfort,
at the bottom of a bottle of southern comfort/
as long as my manz Jose, Jim, Johnny, and jack got my back/
i know by the night of the night I'll be somewhat iight with that/
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