I Come From

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I Come From
John
My father
They say “Sins of a father makes your life ten times harder”

I Come From
A harder life
Where I roamed the streets
Til’ the broken street lights turn on
I walked for hours

I Come From
Where either you get it how you live
Or it’ll be trying to continue

I Come From
Morning fights at the bust stop
Kids doing flips off of rooftops
And sleeping like a sloth
When all you ever hear is
POP! POP! POP!





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