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Born Against By The Throat

fuck how hard you are don't care about your incentives or your values If only I could make the gesture real if only I could grab you all by the throat

got it locked like this and like that baby Southern [unverified] baby, the last of a dying, we born again The vicious life religious, I was born to

had me in the position to beat me into submission He banged my head against the urinal 'til he broke my nose Soaked my clothes in blood, grabbed me and choked my throat

huh, B.I.G. with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh Slim, CEO and me P. Diddy, B.I.G, Born Again

?? Like these paperplate ass niggaz And these lyin ass bitches All I need is me The rest of you all can die in these ditches I be a broke motherfucka Trenchcoat motherfucka Cut throat

blackness roll on Ain't so cold tonight Mother's cool reptilian womb My fingers trace the exit wounds by graveyard light There's bone dust in my throat

I was born in the summer of Sam Smaller and sooner than planned Oh, in the spitting image of a man Raised by wolves on the fat of the land Clear of romance

me, I'm living for the now Up against the oder generation's wall Born in the '70s Born in the '70s Born in the '70s Born in the '70s Born in the '70

as a challenge, I'm the son of some of the foulest Elected by my people...the only one on the ballot Born and bred to consult with feds, I laugh at fate