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Mr Mike Rhapsody

of a lost soul Gotta stay in control [CHORUS] My ghetto strain bring mysery Gotta feel the pain physically To gain anything spiritually [VERSE 1: Mr. Mike

[VERSE 1] My ghetto niggas survive and hold hands, we live And old men embedded the game and aim 4-5's And blindsided females, we mesmerize them See,