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Locked behind the bars of minimum wage
Waiting for God turn the page
Or maybe set the stage
For my fame and success
Forget all the alcohol and sex
I’m tired of being just another nigga
A victim of cops eager to pull the trigga
But I feel like Valentine’s Fall is about to fall
I feel like it’s last call
On my potential and who I’m supposed to be
Lord please save me


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