It's trip when you ain't handed the right cards
Some girls end up on the boulevard
So much shit but I'm still fighting hard
Never a stranger to the psych ward
But I stay true like a crip in blue
And in the end you got to choose you
I know the sky is always blue
And the sun still shines on a G and a fool
And in the end you choose between the two
I rather have a heart then a diamond ring
And tell me why does the cage bird sing?
Strange to the extreme that I made it to thirty
When a sista been played so dirty
Here's hoping forty
Here's hoping forty
Here's hoping forty
Waz up
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