Can't Escape
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The guns I seen
Guns pointed at me
Graff writers hopping fences to avoid the jura
Foos mistaking my tattoos for barrio ink
It be impossible to think
When the memories hit you at random times of the day
While I'm working out
At work
Trying to sleep
Forever a part of me
Crazy shit is that it wasn't supposed to be this way
I forced my way into the life and now I'm paying for it
What could've been is the root of my sadness
But you can't escape what was meant to be
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