I'm caught between two worlds
Firefly catching and turntable scratching
Log cabins and mob stabbings
Chimney smoke and keys of coke
Fishing holes and bitches ‘n’ hoes
Spinning yarns and stealing cars
Mowing lawns and fighting dogs
Home cooked meals and McDonald's value menu steals
Open grassy fields and covert drug deals
I'm tossed within two worlds
In which I drift between
I don't know which I live in
But I know which one I dream
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