Title: Opcional

Text: They got me sleeping with my Nikes on, hoping that the light come. We can get up out of here, if I make the right song. Pigs pulled me over, I don't know what my rights are. Damn, we gettin high, in our sights in this nice car. Never get it right cause we headed where the knocks are. Been rapping forever but have we really got far? Wonder what they'll tell, em when my time is out, I'm keeping it together, trying not to be a failure. Hope I reach my little ones, though we hardly see each other. Cada párrafo será una prueba.

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