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I was raised with the elite mothafuckas in the street hustlin right on the corner until they moved up to bricks many of them rest in peace, others will never be free, maintaining their innocence and know that they will never snitch, we built up the future ranks everything you do we planned, even when you stole from us, then one day I got fed up, decided to walk away I became a nobody I suffered so I stayed, took control over my anger the older that I became, my dark side I used for good still I am far from a saint, if satan comes to battle he will suffer all my hate.