Life is hard like'a rock
when u gotta gaurd ur block
from some punk-ass pig
with'a badge and'a glock.

So now I'm stare'n at the clock
listn'n to this fuck'n teacher talk,
wait'n for the bell to ring
so I can hit the Turf and walk.

This is life in Nor Cal
where cuddys mob deep,
when the sun goes down
at night we like to creep.

Rage'n Curtis

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