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i just want to write some new shii
not on some i wish i was rich tip 
but on some if i ruled the world shii
wouldn't be no school you had to pay for
 last time i checked knowledge was free
 ballers wouldn't "save" they money in rims no more
grammas would rock minks down to the floor
be at bingo drinkin forties and wearin timbs 
just cause they can and they old enough not to care 
and they grandsons would drop them off on saturdays 
to get a style for they hair
wake up sunday mornins to escort them to church
still letting them know they exceed the equivalent to a womans worth

kids wouldn't run rampid through the ghetto and if they did
mrs jones from down the street 
not that hotel cafe freak 
but mrs jones with the three boys and two girls 
would give that little butt a reason to stay still
aint no babies havin babies
just girls in the park with ponytails 
sweatin out they shirley temple curls in the summer heat
no more little boys cursin' and stealin cars for they older cusin's that sell weed
all these celebrities wouldn't be so rich
they would only be makin money to support a cause of conflict

but that's some new shii
not some 2006 shii
that's some if i close my eyes and make a wish shii
and if God could only hear it and make it happen in a blink shii
even if i ruled the world i still don't think i could change it
cause you just cant  teach an old dog new tricks!

in the coldest winter ever, i learned to b-more careful
skool of hard knocks taught me to be more street smart 
you see i grew up in the bronx 
but mommy made it disney world
cause i was her only baby girl
i still saw the misery and learned real early that it loves company 
so i should'nt talk to strangers or they'd put me in danger
 introduce me to the things i shouldn't know
i learned to be a little lady not have my 14th birthday baby shower party
my aunties already knew the code of the streets and i learned to decode the 
messages my mother taught me by kickin the cypher
 I tried to keep my ear to the streets and learn the stories of the lifas
 i wanted to be well-rounded so when i stepped of the curb i would still remain 
grounded
i wasn't at the number hole or in the corner set-up I kept my head up
I was lookin for the light at the end of the ghetto 
i wasn't gone let it take me in circles
Cause i knew i had to do some new shiit 
cause in the coldest winter ever i became more clever and 
learned why mommy said don't go exposin ya gold in the ghetto
wear a sweater
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