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letra de country roads - mini thin

country roads (mini thin)
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country roads take me home, to the place i belong, west virginia, mountain mamma, take me home, country roads
it was 4:20 four 304 seven six, another white trailer park kid was thrown in the mix, cl-ss clown, but head down, as i’d through the hall, all the kids would call me ni–er cuz i could rhyme and play ball, but stand tall. daddy said never lay your head low, summer fish’in with my pap in a winnebago…
times were tough, but we made ends meet momma working miracles just so we could eat. always gettin picked on was the smallest in my cl-ss, till i stood up to the bully & whooped that kids’ -ss. daddy what’s a food stamp & what’s white trash mr. jones h-t his wife, but i was too scared to ask…
it’s crazy when you think back, which memories last, just a west virginia boy. and a lil of my past. bittersweet when i look back the emotion it brings, i remember momma rocking me to sleep and she would sing…
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i’m 18 now and i’m free at last but got a problem with the bottle and i’m falling fast. like self-destruction was the kids only mission, i did a lot of things that wasn’t christian. wrong habits, wrong crowd, a lot of thinks i ain’t too proud. basically, i wild child drunk’n high screaming loud. hustl’in, robb’in, steal’in, things that lift my conscious reeling…
alcoholic, i’m still healing, some of yall know the feeling. play with fire you get burned. a lesson that i never learned. eventually they called the law what they seen, what they saw behind the bars, i did it ma… collect call to grandpa. a judge with a grudge and the man wouldn’t budge. when all was said and done it was a 3-year sentence, i’m praying in my cell asking jesus for repentance. paying for the wrong path that jason mallas chose, now i’m staring through the bars and i’m really missing those…
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now i had to get sober and get right with the lord, rapping on the porch, that where mini thin was born… won every major battle… next to jay-z on stage, called 50 cent a punk in front of thousands in a rage. the vultures start calling, sign the dotted line. you should be this n’ that here’s how you should rhyme. package me as a product white boy that did time. thousand people in my ear and i nearly lost my mind. i kept on speakin no one listened to a word, last straw was when they to say that i’m from pittsburgh. i put down the mic… for 2 years and i didn’t care, it wasn’t about music, than a burden to bare, but my conscious wasn’t right, cuz my people need a voice, knew what i had to do and i didn’t have a choice i picked it back up, west virginia do or die
i can’t live without music, so i represent my…
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- mini thin

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