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Dues, blues, and chrome 22's by Jey once a day i wake, to flash backs of hate, seen my homie get raped, my life a livin mistake, seen my cousin get popped, Lozt the whole top spot, sawed off in the back, by the parkin lot, we wore blue rags, blue hoodies an shoes, my set peaked on the line, still payin my dues, never a crew, never beg for a truce, crazy like takin a cruise, thru bermuda's 3 sided, sometimes obtuse, clueless i rose, with a pistol in hand thought im the man, not afraid to get slammed, fall for the set, maybe ruin my life, chrome handle on my ratchet, heart dark as night, its hard to grow up, but im separate now, they dont recognize me, in my old hometown, my block burned down, an lives burnt out, think of what i lost, an what i got now, bad memories held back, an i never fell down, i paid my dues, sang blues, ditched my chrome 22, im free now im grown, so how bout you? |