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When I was 21 It was a very good year It was a very good year for city girls who lived up the stair with all that perfumed hair and it came undone when I was 21 It was all a dream just a year ago Bussing tables and serving food but y'all don't hear it though Now I'm on another level But y'all ain't near it though My soul bleeding on the tracks so spiritual It's a blessing 'cos now rapping is my profession yo Set to detonate I'm just waiting for my time to blow White boy at first glance but when I rhyme they know Race don't mean a fucking thing the second that I flow It's been a year and everything I said would happen has While everybody I know was out having a blast I was right here in the studio busting my ass It's been a year I'm 21 but I feel 35 Yeah and now I got this I taste the blood no one can stop this Second I drop this Die hard fans is finna cop this While the rest of the world follows through fiber optics I took my time see I studied the game, learned how to rhyme I was around drugs and gats but never delved in crime Had other things in mind So I began to grind First tape was a success Locally I got press But I knew this one right here would run the world a mess But I digress A year ago I was a youngin in this room Staring out the window looking at the moon Knowing it's coming soon But today I board this rocket ship and sonic boom 'Cos I am no longer a seed homie It's time to bloom 21 21 1 year 21 1 1 21 1 year 21 1 1 21 1 year |