| Circumstances made me what I am
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| Was I born a violent man
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| Circumstances made me what I am
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| Everyone should understand
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| Circumstances made me what I am
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| Was I born a violent man
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| Circumstances made me what I am
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| Everyone should know
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| Verse 1
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| May sound strange, might sound foolish
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| But things ain’t getting better
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| Everyday another fall victim to the beretter
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| Why is there so much violence
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| Killing we one another
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| Let us learn to live and let that light shine brighter
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| Bad influence through influence the youth dem get slaughter
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| As bad as badman use to be
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| Dem respect dI father
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| Is like no eyes no realize seh
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| Times get harder
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| MI talk all night with all mI might
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| But still is laughter
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| Circumstances made me what I am
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| Was I born a violent man
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| Circimstances made me what I am
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| And everyone should know
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| Verse 2
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| Him say, when I try to cope
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| Tell mI self there is hope
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| It seems like the biggest joke
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| Eh eh,
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| And as I put down the gun
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| Still dollars must run
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| All now employment can’t come
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| Have mI a jam and a cool
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| Want go back in a school
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| The system lick mI
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| There’s no hope for those
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| Who have not from the slum
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| Take dI little much we have
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| Still hunting we down
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| I beg unu show some love
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| Unu wI get back, he replied
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| Circumstances made me what I am
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| Was I born a violent man
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| Circimstances made me what I am
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| And everyone should know
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| Verse 3
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| Well a no little cry
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| Mama cry, papa cry too
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| She warn the bwoy wth all heart
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| And that couldn’t do
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| Now dem find him dead with a smith and wesson
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| Six weeks and change
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| Now mi hear him missing
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| Why so much violence, too much violence
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| It hurts my soul and I won’t keep silent
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| Circumstances made me what I am
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| That was his reply I cry
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| Circumstances made me what I am
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| Everyone should know
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| Repeat verse 1 |