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I still smell the Fox River I still see my Mom on the porch cooking dinner Back then I didn't care I can hear her voice screaming at me up the stairs Always out trouble making with the neighborhood kids Don't get in our fuckin' business I remember when they got me into smoking at the Loft We didn't know any better, I was young Playin' football in the snow fingers numb Me and my brother in the backyard, hitting home runs Still can picture Dad's warehouse He was rollin' out that carpet for a livin' Now I'm reflecting, I can see the bigger picture Mom and Dad were sad they couldn't buy us many things But what that taught us is that money isn't everything When we started packing boxes, I was cryin' Couldn't believe it Spent my whole life at the Beach crib My childhood house got foreclosed Don't ever talk to me about the struggle Late bloomer, late payments, aggravation An unpopular kid that was brought up into poverty My childhood house got foreclosed Don't ever talk to me about the struggle Late bloomer, late payments, aggravation An unpopular kid that was brought up into poverty What chu want from me? I know that people have it worse I'm just tryin' to paint a picture of what life was worth When I'd wake up in the morning, have a nasty cough Slept in the same room as the second Loft You'd only understand that if we were tight dawg I remember when the Beach got into air softing We were shooting at our neighbors on golf carts and stompin' on everybody's yards (We run it!) We left the neighborhood scarred All the residents hated us, wanted us to leave Whining to our parents like a bunch of babies Middle fingers up when we'd see 'em in the streets Thank God, I had my friends and family through it The Beach is so deep-rooted How else would I do it? This was a typical day back then I'd get home and my parents fighting over something stupid My childhood house got foreclosed Don't ever talk to me about the struggle Late bloomer, late payments, aggravation An unpopular kid that was brought up into poverty My childhood house got foreclosed Don't ever talk to me about the struggle Late bloomer, late payments, aggravation An unpopular kid that was brought up into poverty
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