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letra de paper thin - pres

[verse 1]
everybody ‘round me was slanging or playing ball
my brother did the first, so i saw what the payments cost
i’m trynna do the second, ‘cause my jumpshot was blessing
playing d2 ball until i got my mom’s call
well, i guess i’m back again, back to battling
i’m just an average man trynna get a lot of money rather quick
started footlocker, working for a couple dollars
got promoted, started asking god, man is this an accident
job took me to illinois
i didn’t know that it would fill a void
i found the girl of my dreams at a party
a couple years later, we married and have a boy

[chorus]
i been running, i been running from a lot
swear to god, i really need a break now
sometimes i’m wishing that my life would just stop
but i know that i’m gonna find a way out
past been dominating all my thoughts
god d-mn i am afraid now
i’ma go back to my old ways, what’s the cost
it’s another breakdown

[verse 2]
went from lower class to middle
family man i always dreamed of when i was little
at least i got peace in my mind and not a pistol
and now my head is focused on my kid, not on a swivel, i’m civil
lil bro passed, and d-mn, that sh-t was hard
showed me that i had to push my kids and raise the bar
second born an athlete, the first h-lla smart
my one mission in life to make sure they go far
but now the brainiac say he wanna rap
i told him first go to college and choose right after that
i gave him everything he has and now he wants it in the trash
maybe i should ask why he wants to go off the tracks
[chorus]
i been running, i been running from a lot
swear to god, i really need a break now
sometimes i’m wishing that my life would just stop
but i know that i’m gonna find a way out
past been dominating all my thoughts
god d-mn i am afraid now
i’ma go back to my old ways, what’s the cost
it’s another breakdown

[verse 3]
honestly, this middle class sucks
i wasn’t born rich, yet wasn’t forced to make a buck
i was born clean, i ain’t come up out the mud
i feel there ain’t a bone in my body the slightest tough
i mean, my dad don’t know sh-t ‘bout what i went through
couldn’t talk to girls, people made fun of me in school
told him i just want to rap, d-mn it’s so simple
and then he told me nothing was simple ‘bout what he went through
i didn’t know that sh-t and i ain’t have nothing to say
he is a good man, it got me thinking ‘bout the day
that i have boy, i wanna raise him the same way
i’m just hopin’ that the wealth i have don’t make him pay in qualities

- pres

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