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Now I was barely seventeen with a pocket full of hope Screamin', dollar and a dream with my closet lookin' broke And my nigga's lookin' clean, gettin' caught up with that dope Have you ever served a fiend with a pocket full of soap? Nigga I can tell you things that you probably shouldn't know Have you ever heard the screams when the body hit the floor? Flashbacks to the pain, wakin' up, cold sweats
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