| They used to look down on him just cause he was short
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| But despite his height he could still throw it down with force
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| So if he had a first love it was probably sports
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| Before divorced his old man would take him to the courts
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| It made him smile just to spend time with his dad
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| But after a little while the basketball was all he had
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| They use do call him fag, they neighborhood drama bad
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| He’d be out hooping late, shooting j’s till his mama mad
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| He made it look easy, seemed like every shot was hit
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| But he can’t enjoy cause he’d wonder where his papa’s at
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| A lot of tears five years since he saw him last
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| But even then he’s still picturing him smiling from the stands
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| Can’t concentrate, grades start dropping fast
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| Can’t pass his whole attitude is fuck a class
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| It’s obvious he’s got too much time on his hands
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| Fighting in the schoolyard going hard throwing hands
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| The other guy didn’t have a chance
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| One big blow took him out and put him on his ass
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| He walked home not surprised that he won again
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| Didn’t know the paramedics came with the ambulance
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| So when the cops rolled up he didn’t understand
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| Why a little scrap had 'em putting cuffs on his hands
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| The reason he was treated like a wanted man
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| Is 'cause the kid he knocked out never woke up again
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| Offered scholarships, every college hollering
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| They all wanted him but all he wanted was his father back
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| Now he’s locked up and he never gonna ball again
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| Lost everything over something he would never have
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| Who do you love?
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| Just let me know
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| Tell me how much
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| How far you would go
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| And there he goes again, yelling at the front door
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| «It's four o’clock in the morning, what you want boy?»
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| Grown kid locked out of his own crib
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| Cause the life he chose to live is making mom so sick
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| He crushed her, just a youngster
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| When she first discovered he sold drugs to make the bucks work
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| Years of tears, fear of the police
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| It was relief when the kid became a tweak
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| She ran through the standard phases
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| The guilt, the anger, all the cracks in the pavement
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| She didn’t have any time to raise him
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| And the boy just turned twenty-nine — a basehead
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| On the porch, sleeping on the floor
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| Sometimes you forget why you carrying a torch
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| Already stretched past what she can afford
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| That ain’t your baby boy anymore it’s just a corpse
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| Hold on for your life and don’t let go
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| Even though it’s going nowhere you won’t let go
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| It’s suffocating, trying to breathe but you won’t let go
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| 'Cause you know how much you love it this is how you show
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| It’s begging and pleading, please let go
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| 'Cause if you keep me trapped in a box then I can’t grow
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| You understand the necessity cause you been there befo'
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| And that’s exactly why deep in your heart you can’t let go
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| You’d rather live for today then die for tomorrow
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| C’mon, loosen your grip and just let go
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| Your reality is paper thin so if you let go
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| You’ll realize no escaping when the machine gets broke
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| Just let go, swan dive off the cliff and just let go
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| If you want what you’re holding to live you gotta let go
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| A freedom only you can give but you won’t let go
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| How can someone that talks so fast walk so slow
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| Gave up your rib now emotion you borrow
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| Scared to live but not to inflict sorrow
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| You think you’d be alone again if you just let go
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| 'Cause that’s what happened the last time you just let go
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| You watch it crumble before your eyes, this finds you depressed
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| But not surprised cause in your mind you can’t let go
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| And as it slowly dies you realize that each tear you cry
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| Wouldn’t be a lie if you’d had just let go |