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I jus wantd 2 thank u/ show appreciation for the thangs u/ told me like neva let em tell ya wat u can't do/ taught me like neva let a couple bucks change u/ & showed me like I can make it up outta da game 2/ u was there thru my pleasures & my pains u/ brought me thru u my guardian my angel/ mama I'm sry 4 all da times I shamed u/ the reason y I'm livin u my vision & my brain 2/ & I kno it hurt ya comin home from work/ findin ya second born missin or bickerin wit ya first/ & wishin dat he would listen 2 ministers in da church/ but I was busy gittin busy n flirtin n chasin skirts/ takin weed out ya purse/ I kno u had it hard & Im certain I made it worse/ ya blessin became a curse/ but I neva meant 4 dave 2 git hurt/ & I was so ready 2 put they muthafuckn face on a shirt/ I remember da day u found da bullets n my pocket/ & I'm sry 4 cussin at u it was like I couldn't stop it/ revenge is da sweetest joy like dat old Pac shit/ dem niggaz lucky cops caught they ass b4 da FOE block did/ but neway 2 my mother there aint anutha that could mean as much 2 me/ thank u 4 not lettin me end up a victim of da street.....
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