if you ever get to a point where everybody else is so perfect around you and your always just the problem, then of course... no doubt, you get the fuck outta there. thats whats going down. my daughters mom tryna lock me up since i can't prove that i raised leau just about her whole life so jail may be the final income. or suicide. whichevers first. fuck my family. fuck habba. fuck them all. so besides sleeping in my cold car last night, im apartment searching today. catch me in the hood
and oh me, i still got music to do
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