(Hook)
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The strong pray upon the week
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This is where I learned to stay upon my own two feet
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So much I see
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(On the streets of Venice Beach is where I)
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Cut my teeth
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So much I see
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(On the streets of Venice Beach is where I)
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Cut my teeth
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So much I see
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Cut my teeth
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(Verse)
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I remember how it all began
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I used to switch graffiti tips on cans with both hands
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No chance, I knew they couldn't stop this rush
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Our bus bench was a stop, and they ain't stoppin' the bus
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I caught the fever at sixteen I copped a beater
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Now it's me against the world sit in my own two-seater
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I drove slow on roads that lead freedom
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What I believe in known that I'd be leaving
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Let me in jump up the timeline to currents events
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I went around the world twice on award tours it never ends
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Mike Will did, but others didn't make it
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Others still hungry, so the others gonna take it
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Shit is basic when you put it the pot and let it simmer
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Like the sun been setting later in the summer than the winter shit
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Where I'm from I keep the oven sizzlin'
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I cut my teeth at Venice Beach
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Then hit my peoples with some of the wisdom
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(Hook)
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The strong pray upon the week
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This is where I learned to stay upon my own two feet
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So much I see
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(On the streets of Venice Beach is where I)
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Cut my teeth
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So much I see
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(On the streets of Venice Beach is where I)
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Cut my teeth
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So much I see
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Cut my teeth
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(Verse 2)
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I learned a nickel cost more than a dime before I learned to rhyme
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Crenshaw and Venice, St. Charles is more specific
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Then Pico and Fairfax, the Ethiopian district
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Everything changes, noticing both of em look different
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I can think back, though life goes on so keep living
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Didn't step to OGs on the block to seek wisdom
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Or I'd be crippin' but they teach the street systems
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Street soldiers and street politicians, I'd keep listenin'
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Smoking in the homey's rental, blazing instrumentals
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Something like a steel elephant trunk came through the window
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Eyes traced the barrel to a friendly face
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'Caught you slipping!', broke the blunt
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Gave us back the lit half and kept dipping
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Had that beach cruiser whipping, then stopped!
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He turned around, came back and told me
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'It's a war zone, go home! Draw something'
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'Matter of fact, write something raw for me'
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'Call you tomorrow'
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That was the last time that I saw him
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But I took it as a sign, standing at the crossroads
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I saw a different world was mine, it was with me all the time
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Appreciative, never satisfied, inspired to climb
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Mid city lit that fire inside
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(Hook)
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The strong pray upon the week
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This is where I learned to stay upon my own two feet
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So much I see
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(On the streets of Venice Beach is where I)
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Cut my teeth
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So much I see
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(On the streets of Venice Beach is where I)
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Cut my teeth
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So much I see
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Cut my teeth
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Cut My Teeth
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Dilated Peoples |