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Your past life always haunts you in some way in your future,

Whether you're a small time drug dealer or a born again shooter,

Every once in a while I get a drug dealers dream,

I get caught, and I'm always running from the cops it seems,

Last night I was in the admissions office sitting in school,

Trying to get in because the classes that I'm taking start soon,

So the dude asks me for some information that I had,

I pull out a whole sheet of crack rock in slabs,

So I said to myself "Oh snap what the heck is this?"

I know that if he called the cops I wouldn't get a slap on the wrist,

So we are both just staring at the table in disbelief,

My first thought is ""Get up out of here in one piece,"

I ain't gonna lie, the first thing I thought about was the block,

Then my instincts kicked in, I knew he was calling the cops,

So I packed up my bag and when I started to turn around,

The cops were at the doorway it was bout to go down,

I wasn't going to no cell thay had to take me in blood,

So I ran straight through them like a sponge through a sud,

I start running and keep running and there was no looking back,

My past came back to haunt me in the form of some crack,

It's kinda strange because in my dream I was trying to do right,

I was trying to go to school to change that negative sight,

What does this all mean? I know that the drug game is over,

Is the devil trying to test the will power of a soldier?

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