| Walked around town with a frown, face down, lookin bent
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| Had problems inside, his little sister just died
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| Keep your head up little man, all you got is your pride
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| He said «the world doesn’t want me, and neither does my daddy
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| He’d rather get drunk and puff blunts then have a family»
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| That’s real, and ain’t nothing realer then that
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| The world is much colder then the steel of a gat
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| But yet he moved on, he fought to stay strong
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| In this cold world, to stay warm he put a jacket on
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| Made of 100 percent pain
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| The label said the only way to wash it was to stand on the rain
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| But he still was cold, the other kids were old
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| All he really wanted in life was Jordan’s and gold
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| Then he’d be set, getting fine girls in berrets
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| See him with a boom box and fat boys cassettes
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| If he got into a fight, he’d throw down
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| But he’s a little skinny kid, about 70 pounds
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| And he had a loud mouth so nobody stepped to him
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| But I guess if they would’ve, well I guess that he’d do 'em
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| But it didn’t get to that, this little aristocrat |
| Tryin to live phat, smashing mail boxes with bats
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| Runnin wild through the streets, his mouth would make peace
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| Used to play football in mud with baseball cleats
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| That’s the life in my memory inbedded in my brain
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| As he started growing, things started to change
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| (Hook)
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| Who has the right to know?
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| My life’s a standing flow
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| Who can say, what’s right or wrong for people?
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| As Benefit got older he started to realize
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| Everybody’s smile was just jealousy in disguise
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| If he turned his back, how is that, a knife would be in it
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| Draw my face-to-face in any place, no one would begin it
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| If they knew, what this kid had been through
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| Nothing nice, ?fest? |
| sacrifice off of lifes menu
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| But things lately, were starting to get crazy
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| And if they stuck around maybe, his mom would lose a baby
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| So they broke out, headed down south on route
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| This kid was still actin wild, thought he was tough no doubt
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| Dealt a difficult hand, but he had to play with it
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| Emotionally disturbed when the kid never quit it
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| Immediately took charge when in his new neighborhood |
| Makes me laugh thinkin when he made forts from wood
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| And if anybody touched 'em, then that’s the razz
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| If anybody frontin, to the creak they get cashed
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| In school, everybody sayin «who's the new kid?»
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| «I heard he’s from Chicago, last week know what he did
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| Such and such,» that’s how rumors get started
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| But at lunch acting all retarded eatin Capt’n Crunch
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| Thought he was funny, little dummy makin a scene
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| Lookin happy on the outside, but inside mean
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| Lotta anger built up, from things in the past
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| Such an unreal life, reality hard to grasp
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| That’s the life in my memory inbedded in my brain
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| As he started growin, things started to change
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| (Hook)
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| Who has the right to know?
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| My life’s a steady flow
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| Who can say, what’s right or wrong for people?
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| He moved again, now his moves totaled thirteen times
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| Started gettin serious, writin serious rhymes
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| He began workin, hustling the company
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| Pockets full of cash, now every day a shopping spree
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| Got away with it, finally got caught and? |
| bullshitted?
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| They didn’t fire 'em, instead the job he quitted |
| His life is slowed down, different then in the beginning
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| Only worse, cause little bitches had him sinning
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| Fell in love one time, maybe twice, who knows
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| Only problem was the girls weren’t nice, but hoes
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| It was a big mistake, messed up the kinds mindstate
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| The trade? |
| his best-friends for nice ass and a date
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| Wait, what’s goin on here? |
| the girls left him
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| Now he’s scarred from left ear to right ear
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| That’s his whole brain, now his lights are gettin dim
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| Cause what he did to his best friends, happened to him
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| Now he cares about nothin, feeling sick everyday
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| Thank God, eventually the pain went away
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| Now he’s grown mad, then he ever has been
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| Up late at night at home, his only friend is his pen
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| Writin angry to get out frustration out through poetry
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| Treating girls the exact opposite of noblely
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| The struggle continues on, documented in every song
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| Made it this far, confident he’ll live long
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| That’s the life in my memory, inbedded in my brain
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| And it’s true as he grew, things did change
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| (Hook x3)
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| Who has the right to know? |
| My life’s a steady flow
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| Who can say, what’s right or wrong for people? |