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It's Earthquake Flame that never dies Somebody hide their weapons because I think the cops are coming (let's burn this track) Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket (ey) Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket (skrrr) Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket (ey) Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Had many arguments Seen many monuments Born in Elizabeth Raised in gonubie Even though before I started Nobody knew me Cruising the streets of East London Streets hold so many memories(Tholakele) I was never poor nor rich parents had enough Grew up in church, went to youth church Felt like a Tupac, between both worlds Raised up in a family of disciples Daddy a pastor Mommy wifey Streets of gonubie First white homie Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Bullied in primary Conflict with parents When people heard me sing they laughed What they didn't see was that it hurt me, skirt me Because they pulled it off Some never meant to hurt me Others remain a conspiracy Tell y'all later, rather leave y'all in mystery Because I...have got to make history Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket Jacket New sheriff in town I am going to put y'all behind bars Sky's no limit Because I will be dancing with the stars