25 And Still Alive

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Exakta66
Exakta66
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Twenty-Five And Still Alive

Never really did what my parents told me to,
If they told me to take one I ended up takin' two.
Teacher couldn't control me, couldn't hold me down,
Instead of being in school I was cruisin the town.
Learned to to make love before I could write my name,
Never learned good English, but I talk just the same.
Always gettin' high always feedin my head,
People always sayin' I'd end up dead.
They talked a lot of shit but I got something to say,
I'm 25 and I'm still alive.
Never made classes but I made every dance,
Every girl I met I got in her pants.
When everyone was broke my pockets were full of cash,
When others needed a toke I always had the stash.
While other kids stole candy I went for the wine,
Others went to camp I went to do time.
I was teachers and parents worst nightmare,
I was the kid you didn't want yours near.
Stole my first car before I learned to drive,
But guess what? I'm 25 and still alive.
Every cop in town knows me by my name,
Brothers give me respect, know they're just players in my game.
I tell the wind which way to blow,
I tell the sun which way to go.
The world is my toy I'm the one in charge,
I know how to hustle I'm always living large.
When I was in grade school I robbed the local store,
Spent my take on a limo and a whore.
No one smokes more shit, no one talks more jive,
But I'm 25 and still alive.
When I walk down the street people move out of the way,
I got people out there workin' bringin' me their pay.
When I go to someones home they offer me a meal,
I get offered so much drugs I no longer have to steal.
I got women all around, women left and right,
So many women I don't know where to spend the night.
For me it paid off skippin' all that school,
I may not talk correct but I'm nobody's fool.
I learned so much on the streets strugglin' to survive,
But guess what, I'm 25 and damn sure still alive.

Exakta66
Exakta66
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tazz317tazz317almost 12 years ago
ITS HARD TO TELL

if its a boast or a gripe. TK U MLJ LV NV