And the place where ya living is'nt far from hell,
And they keep tellin' you, you were born to fail,
And everybody say they real but it's too hard to tell.
So until I die, I'mma always grind.
I'mma be ok, I'mma be alright.
If they say I fail, that would be a lie.
But there aint no such thing as a tie.
They only love ya when ya on..."
eyes, open.
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