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Brooklyn, we go hard
We on the look for the advantage, we work hard
And if we seem to rough it up a bit
We broke but we rich a heart
Pull ourselves up now we won't choke
Its our time, put the lights on us........

War tactics, they make me sick
Reel your heart in run away with it
Smile in your face, undermine your back
Got guns for the strength they lack

We think your a joke
Shove your hope where it don't shine. Times 3

I pay for what's called,
Eccentricity and my wish to evolve
I hear them all say that i got heart
But not everything that it takes..........

Taint my mind but not my soul,
tell you i got fire,
i won't sell it for no payroll,
let em hold me down,
i know if i know another way
i can't look the other way.
I know another way
i'll tell them so right to their face.