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I started throwing down when I was only three My dad knew how to fight and he passed it on to me I practiced with my brothers then we took it to the block I went to school and found the bully Cleaned his fucking clock My mother got so angry She tried to raise us right No matter what she did to me I always loved to fight Seneca kicked my ass down on 4th and Wallace St You'd think I learned my lesson but I fought him in a week Win or lose, it's no different I guess I love the energy I can hear my mother calling "Come and get you boys cause they're fighting in the street!" I've made some friends across the years and a couple enemies I'm d own with LBU my family across the sea I'm not the greatest fighter and I haven't won them all but I still can see my fathers face and hear my mother call I drove through my old neighborhood trying to reminisce about the places that I've been and faces that I miss I've learned about forgiveness and a little self-control But if it's time to rumble fuck that shit it's time to fucking go