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I Swear

My ghetto rises from ashy streets To clean malls and suit suites People's heads up and about From busy Noordt to dirty South Unfed mouths got to get bread Thick skin can't afford to be scared A hustlers' hustle, know what I mean GP got muscle from crook your clean Life wins without a bet From toilet to house to let The scene is seen written on walls Choose your network, life drop all calls To heaven or hell the road is pave If the dead could tell, my soul will be saved As the question of death I hear The answers of life to God I swear

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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