It was the summer of '95 (so what?!), in the
backyard, shaving the old plies. Feeling so
strong, something went wrong. Straight into my
finger, what a stinger, it was so long. I still
remember that day, like the day that I said that I
swear, "I'll never hurt myself again", but it
seems that I'm deemed to be wrong, to be wrong, to
be wrong. So i've got to keep holding on... they
always played a slow song. When they come for me,
I'll be sitting at my desk, with a gun in my hand,
wearing a bulletproof vest.. Singing "my, my, my,
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to die by the end of the night." I still remember
when we were young and fragile then. No one gave a
shit about us because times were tougher then.
Feeling so good, cruising the hood; straight into
the real world, rich kids never understood. But I
don't care. I can fade away to anywhere. Don't
stop because you might get dropped and if you do
who's going to pick you up. Well I won't... they
always played a slow song.