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I am Young

















Another party tonight I must be there
Exams around the corner but that’s the least
New shoes, new hairstyle must touch the streets
I am young
So why the need to worry about life
I have years and years and years to live my life
My bones are strong my flesh is tight
I need to show no respect to the elders who fought the good fight
Money is the pree don’t care how
Friends have to see that I can drive nice car and live in nice house
Read and write? No that’s not the pree
Sitting in a classroom when gun and weed out a street
Need to get rich quick and live my life
I am young

Mother and father can’t tell me where to plant my feet
My friend died by the gun
But I am still young
I shall buy a gun and be the new don man
Girls here and there that is the way I envision it
Here today gone tomorrow? at the back of my head
I am young I have all the time in the world
Step out and sell my weed and trade for a gun
One bullet to the head
And my best friend is the next dead one
I am young

I still have no fear
That can’t reach me I have years and years
As I walk the streets the leaves walk with me
Where is everyone?
Dead and gone I am alone
The sound of an engine disturbs my thoughts
One quick click of the gun and my blood is pouring to the ground
I am young I say to myself
The years and years I thought I had didn’t come

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