[Narration: Eshon Burgundy]
Wait, how did I get here?
In a place that doesn't resemble you at all
Now all that’s left are these memories in my mind
As I recall, it was you who told me, “Don’t do it.”
Though happy for my success, you selfishly beg me to stay
Overlooking the traps that awaited me
The trap awaited me
What would you do if you were me?
Born in a place where love is hate and they hated the love
It’s either hooping, or rapping. Guns or drugs
And no matter where you turn it’s the same old song
We have rights of wrong. Welcome home
Salute

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