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“Gotta Seize the moment”

                                   “Gotta Seize the moment”

                “Gotta Seize the moment”

                          (Self-made man)

Around a quarter til (3), while in a crime spree, (oh yea),

the glock well loaded and with knife.

with (2) extended magazines, tucked securely next to me.

I've never felt so charged, in my entire life.

With a friend at my side, one who'll die when we ride

and who believes his life, value second to be.

We got a job to do, just us (2) from the crew, we're the apples,

who (did'nt) fall far, from the same (rotten) tree.

A life of crime wrote their tale, their path in life, leads straight to hell,

but nothing will change what they do.

A game, (doomed from the very beginning), down this path,

laid all spoiled winnings, so get it while we can, just us (2).

Just another day on the beat, well perpared for defeat,

for no just cause, nor regret, just this colored rag.

Not a worry on my mind, getting dues, through bumps and grinds,

as I hustle this flow, while I sag.

True victim of the street, (Jordan boy), every shoe on my feet,

not to boast, standout nor wonna brag.

Shaun Johns on my rack but still the shirt, (i'll give) off my back

and (ice) so clean, their tongues wag.

Got a (Lamborghini) with the stick in the floor, pearl white in color,

with the suicide door, leather seats, customed down and quite sweet.

With my money on my mind, no time to get behind, the biological (clock),

(time) sometimes woona cheat.

Kicked back, with a six pack and a cigarette posted in hand,

caught up in the moments, of being a “self made man”.......

Jim

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