It's A Shame,
Your talents running down the drain.
You Told A Lie,
You Aint Even Trynna Chanqe.
You Feel The Rain,
Your Momma Alwayz In Sum Pain.
Your Face is Hid,
Running Away From Wat Yu Did.
You Got A Kid,
Why Worry Bout A Click.
Lets Have A Seat,
Try to get your life neat.
You need to chanqe,
Think about them finna thinqs.
Don't Break Your Promise,
Care For Your Son Thomas.
And if You Chanqe,
You won't think nothing of it.
And I Swear,
You Won't Go Back To Thuggin.!
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