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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