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Highest Score: 72
Lowest Score: -35
Most Votes: 78
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Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side Somewhere inside my childhood witnessed my heart die And even though we both came from the same places The money and the fame made us all change places How could it be through the misery that came to pass The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask, for currency But you could run to me when you need and I'll never leave Honestly, someone to believe in, as you can see It's a small thang to a true, what could I do? Real homies help you get through And come to know he'd do the same thang if he could 'cause in the hood true homies make you feel good And half the times we be actin' up call the cops Bringin' a cease to the peace that was on my block It never stops, when my mama ask me will I change I tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be the same Until the end of time
