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I was too young to say no, too young to yell no
Old enough to taste anger but not enough to smell hope
Thirteen years old, my beloved mother had just passed
I started puffing grass, drinking forties, cutting class
My father always used to beat on me and bust my ass repeatedly
I couldn’t wait to get a change of scenery
I never had a dream, nobody believed in me
These mean streets are the only thing I seem to be
Old enough to taste anger but not enough to smell hope
Thirteen years old, my beloved mother had just passed
I started puffing grass, drinking forties, cutting class
My father always used to beat on me and bust my ass repeatedly
I couldn’t wait to get a change of scenery
I never had a dream, nobody believed in me
These mean streets are the only thing I seem to be
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