.I was four years old
Watched my papa snatch an orange off the trees
Matchin' the colors of enraged autumn leaves
The wind carried them through South Central as I climbed into cradles
Crackin' glass from broken bottles
I saw women itchin', starvin'
Suckin' dick for dirty dollars
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