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Bounce

4/18/2015

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Everyday in class, I sit staring, and spacing out, at a black notebook, and im shook because this school shit really ain't working out.
I envision my life, with expensive whips and fat stacks,
spitting bars, doing cyphers, with all the fat cats.
I pursued rap, because it was cool and I would be the man
Now I do so, 'cause I wanna get my life on track.
Once I blow, there will be no take backs. 
Give my peeps happiness, something that we've always lacked.
Give my family, something they could hope for.
Instead of living on a prayer, something I could work towards.
They say deception, is truly a double ended sword.
Well I won't lie, I'm just sick and tired of being poor.
In my younger days, I shed more tears than I could count.
Living in a Motel 6 will have you wore out
Ex cons, car thieves, beating my mother down.
I decided then and there that it was it was time to bounce.
Jay Gamble
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