aint a good place

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the streets aint a good place to grow up,

so im stacking cash so my son dont have to show up,

know what, the game turns a good man to bitter,

money will change a man into a diffrent kind of figure,

im looking in the mirror but it isnt me i picture,

and ive come to understand, it aint money or age that makes a man,

funny thoe the plan never seems to come through,

funny how even close friends dont stay true,

people seem to hate u, as sucess is hittting,

much less im missing, the past that i left,

these days im screaming pass me the cheques,

ask me in a sec, cause right now im busy raising funds,

got a bank acount set up for college for my son, hes number one,

ive got almost as many enimies, as ive got felonys,

a dark path ahead of me, but i wont let it be the end of me,

ill march through a darknight with my sons love to keep my heart alight,