| Boys and girls, wanna hear a true story?
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| Saturday night was at this real wild party
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| There was liquor overflowin' the cup,
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| About 5 or 6 strippers trying to work for a buck.
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| So I took one girl outside with me,
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| Her name was Londy, she went to Junior High with me,
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| I said, «Why you up in there dancing for cash?
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| I guess a whole lots changed since I seen you last.»
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| She said…
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| What would you do if your son was at home
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| Crying all alone
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| On the bedroom floor,
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| 'Cause he’s hungry and the only way to feed him is to
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| Sleep with a man for a little bit of money?
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| And his daddy’s gone in and out of lock down,
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| I ain’t got a job now,
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| He’s just smokin' rock now,
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| So for you this is just a good time
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| But for me this is what I call life
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| Girl, you ain’t the only one to have a baby,
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| That’s no excuse to be living all crazy
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| So she stared me right square in the eye
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| And said, «Everyday I wake up, hoping to die»
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| She said, «They're gonna know about pain
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| 'Cause me and my sister ran away,
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| So our daddy couldn’t rape us,
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| Before I was a teenager
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| I done been through more that shit
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| You can’t even relate to»
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| What would you do if your son was at home
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| Crying all alone
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| On the bedroom floor,
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| 'Cause he’s hungry and the only way to feed him is to
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| Sleep with a man for a little bit of money?
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| And his daddy’s gone in and out of lock down,
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| I ain’t got a job now,
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| He’s just smokin' rock now,
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| So for you this is just a good time
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| But for me this is what I call life
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| What would you do?
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| Get up off my feet and stop making tired excuses
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| What would you do?
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| Get up off my feet and stop making tired excuses
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| What would you do?
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| Get up off my feet and stop making tired excuses
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| What would you do?
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| Get up off my feet!
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| What would you do if your son was at home
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| Crying all alone
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| On the bedroom floor,
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| 'Cause he’s hungry and the only way to feed him is to
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| Sleep with a man for a little bit of money?
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| And his daddy’s gone in and out of lock down,
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| I ain’t got a job now,
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| He’s just smokin' rock now,
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| So for you this is just a good time
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| But for me this is what I call life
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| What would you do if your son was at home
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| Crying all alone
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| On the bedroom floor,
|
| 'Cause he’s hungry and the only way to feed him is to
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| Sleep with a man for a little bit of money?
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| And his daddy’s gone in and out of lock down,
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| I ain’t got a job now,
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| He’s just smokin' rock now,
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| So for you this is just a good time
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| But for me this is what I call life
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| What would you do if your son was at home
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| Crying all alone
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| On the bedroom floor,
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| 'Cause he’s hungry |