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    I grew up in St. Louis
    Dirty 314
    It was nothing
    I was accustomed to see one go
    In that high rise building on that 14th floor
    With them broke elevators
    Man that thing ran slow
    Mom and Pops at the crib told me bless my plate
    That government cheese for dinner we on Section 8
    Plus it's hard Mom sick Daddy come home late
    In them streets past 3 trying to chase that weight
    Moms due in and out of the hospital
    I'm listening to shots riddle
    All this while I's little
    I'm thinking back, I'm thinking back this is weak and wack
    Like objects they stick us all in these projects, yes
    More or less think this the way it is
    That God made us and God placed me in brown skin
    Around sin
    My grade school ain't get government aid
    A young ages feel like that we got government played but...

    He placed me right here
    (Do you think about your place on the map)
    (Some born in the suburbs, some in the trap)
    He placed you right there
    (Consider your race, your city and state)
    (Your third world or US of A)
    He placed me right here
    (Consider your race)
    (By God's design, you were placed in time and space)
    He placed you right there
    (Before the day of your birth)
    (God decided where He wanted you to stay on this earth)
    He placed me right here

    God established the boundaries of your habitat
    Ain't no accident if you were born listening to rap
    Ain't no accident if God made you white or black (nope)
    In America, South Africa or Iraq
    Ain't no coincidence if you were born with riches
    Or in poverty obviously God has his intentions
    See He made all nations and He know they situation
    Ain't no accident you were packed in this generation
    And your situation should get you chasing His plan
    To get you groping and seeking just to see what He saying
    See God ain't far away
    And He ain't hard to find
    But the Father's the farthest person away from our mind
    And when you want to complain
    Think a couple of things
    Why you in my head
    And what is it that Jesus is saying
    Then read the Bible and God'll guide you right into change
    The time is now, now
    Just turn around and lift up your hands


    See some of ya'll might be wondering
    Why am I where I am? Good question.
    Why am I this race?
    Why am I this age?
    But see God put you right where He saw fit
    At the time He wanted to
    At the year He saw was best for you
    See He put you in the right situations
    That you might feel your way towards Him
    To find Him
    Though He is not far from each one of us

    [Chorus x2]

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