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Come Home (Second Verse)
Wifey don't like the way I spend my time I'm in the streets more than speed bumps and traffic signs every time I dip she giving me lip but to find these chips I got to grind like the Clipse She's always crying she wants some quality time she's always crying she wants me out of the grind she sees me dyeing I probably will a drop out with no marketable skill so I place all my hopes and dreams on the c.r.e.a.m generating by what makes them fiend now I rarely lay my head where I reside hustle hard for my unborn seed and I oops made the wrong move now I'm doing time for selling slices of the devil's pie now I make collect calls on the phone she tells me that she needs me It's hard to carry on I tell her keep her head up stay strong but she don't want to raise this baby on her own she cried this ain't the life that I deserve It's hard, I'm tired from work, this baby working my nerves and the stress brings the chest pains now days I'm less sane last night I could not sleep praying that death came and I feel the heart in her tone the pain it resonates and penetrates to the bone I want to reach out to touch but it's just a telephone she never in her life felt so alone
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