Life comes at you fast
Just when you think it’s all good
You turn around and see who
Chillin’ under that black hood
Seems like yesterday you were home
Under Momma’s care
And now you’re on your own
Only money for food, mind is not right, it’s not fair
It’s just party after party
All worries are gone
If life feels so right,
Why is it so wrong?
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