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Started out as a youngen with my eyes glued to the shop
But I learned better than that, and before it began it stopped
Then it hit me. the only way to live was in a life of crime
Or we'd be on food stamps, picking up cans for a dime
Grew older, learned the tricks of the trade as a dope man
Ain't great being a criminal, but at least there are no cans
Quick cash, why doesn't everyone sell leaves?
Doin that, can suport youself and your family needs
My criminal intuition escalated, to a liking for cars
But one night, It landed me a front row seat behind bars
Got my numbers, and all the guards knew my name
Put away for grand theft auto, previous to the game
Did my time and years later I was finally was released
Times changed, childeren grew, and Ma was sick with a disease
I'd been clean for now, and Mama still lay sick in the bed
January 27, 1998'...R.I.P Ma and my eyes had turned red
Smoke come out of my mouth, and I feel heavy at the feet
Got a rough life, but each time i still turn back to the street
