| Young mothers
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| That’s right
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| I feel ya (hey)
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| I know how it is
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| (MAMA's JUST A LIL' GIRL)
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| Don’t nobody understand
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| I feel ya She was.
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| Born A heavy set girl with pig tails and curls
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| A heart full of gold
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| Still it won’t change the world
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| Though she could never understand why
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| Some underhanded plans, witnessed a man die
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| Was only 15
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| Should have been a beauty queen
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| Still see here crying by the caskets when here parents got killed
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| Little girl don’t cry
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| 'Coz even though they died
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| You can best believe they watching over thee from the sky
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| Never asked for this misery
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| But look at what you gettin'
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| It’s a blessing in disguise
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| When you find out your pregnant
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| No money, no home
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| And even though you all alone
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| You’se got to do this on your own
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| So baby go on
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| I wish you luck
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| And if you need me, call
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| Just come to me and let me feed you all
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| I can understand
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| The way it feels when you fighting the world
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| Facing all this drama
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| When mama’s just A little girl
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| Mama
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| Don’t know why
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| Mama’s just a little girl
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| Given that she is or not
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| Time ain’t on her side
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| Mama’s just a little girl
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| (Mama's just a little girl)
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| She gotta hold her head up high
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| At 16 what a beautiful thing
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| The very essence of a jet black ebony queen
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| And who could tell she would get pregnant at an early age
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| She didn’t listen, had sex
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| Watch her belly raise (hey)
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| Got violated by someone she dated
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| If this is fate I hate to see the seed she created
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| So we wait, though it takes time to build the body and the mind
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| She reclines 9 months
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| Then finally its time
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| What do we find?
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| A little growning boy of mine with a tortured soul
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| Addicted to a life of crime had no time for the growing stage
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| He learned his values on the streets at an early age
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| Watch for police
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| Don’t come home (why)
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| 'Coz mammas acting crazy
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| At the hospital
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| 'Bout to have another baby
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| Like the rose from concrete
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| Grownin' within
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| Blessed with twins
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| How the hell can mamma raise 3 men
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| So we began close as family
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| Such insanity
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| A happy home
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| For one act inhumanity
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| Plus mammas said the seed was corrupted
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| Used the rub her belly
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| Begging us to breathe if she love us Now mamma sits quiet
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| Sipping peppermint schnapps
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| Turned the house into a spot and made her watch for cops (hey)
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| How could mamma bring a thug like me into this world?
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| She ain’t the cause of all the drama
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| Cause mommas just a little girl
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| Mama
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| Don’t know why
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| Mama’s just a little girl
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| Liven if she is or not
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| Time ain’t on her side
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| Cause ama’s just a little girl
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| (Mama's just a little girl)
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| She gotta hold her head up high
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| (How could she raise us)
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| Now
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| Would she remain in the same spot?
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| The gunshots rang, they came from the cane spot
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| Now look here
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| I see her clutching her son
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| In her arms she hurt
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| Her heart bleeding as she watched her seed die in the dirt
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| Fulfill prophecy
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| But who could stop the grief?
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| I walk around trying to hold the world up on top of me Probably be an innocent man
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| But still I’m the victim of a curse
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| What could be worse?
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| Nothing but pain
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| Since my birth, taught me functions at the pen
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| Cause everybody’s in paying back society
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| I’m guilty of a life of sin
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| I watched the drama occur
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| My eyes blurred 'fore I jet it I wonder why we all have to die before we get it Though we shed tears
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| So many peers I done buried
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| Worried and scared
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| Knowing I’ma see the cemetery
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| Must be prepared in this cold world
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| No-one cares
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| No it ain’t fair
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| But we all there
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| And do our share
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| In this land of underhanded schemes and plans
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| Vivid dreams of a nigga having g’s in hand
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| Mamma told me not to be a punk
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| Fuck what you talking about coward
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| What you niggas want?
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| (hey)
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| They ain’t a thing I wouldn’t do for my mamma in this world
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| Cause you know I ain’t mad at cha
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| You' just a little girl
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| See mammas just a little girl
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| (hey hey)
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| Mama
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| don’t know why
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| And I ain’t facing all this drama…
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| (Cause mamma’s just a little girl)
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| They asked us why we mutilate eachother like we do And wonder why we hold such little worth on human life
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| (facin all this drama)
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| To ask us why we turn from bad to worse,
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| is to ignore from which we came
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| You see you wouldn’t ask why the rose
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| that grew from the concrete had damaged petals
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| On the contrary — we would all celebrate its tenacity,
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| we would all love its will to reach the sun
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| Well… we are the roses, this is the concrete,
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| and these are my damaged petals
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| Don’t ask me why…
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| Thank God nigga, ask me how (hahahaha)
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| Heeeyyy |