| I met this kid a couple years ago who was nine at the time
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| A fan of my music recited it line after line
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| He said his brother took a bullet from a nine to his spine
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| And his parents are heartbroken can’t stop crying' since he died
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| Mistaken identity, wrong place and time
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| But nobody came forth, everyone blind to the crime
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| He was playing' basketball right in front of the 'rise
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| But nobody seen nothin'? |
| Man it’s a sign of the times
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| And its disgustin'
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| But this nine year olds out for justice, like
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| «Fuck this I gotta do something for my older brother.»
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| He asked if I could help and I said «Anything you need.»
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| Said he needs to know what happened so his brother could rest in peace
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| He wanted me to make a video asking for support
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| If anybody knows something, don’t be scared to come forward
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| So I did it
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| And people tried to label that as snitching?
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| Like really? |
| What the fuck am I missing here?
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| This boy lost his brother, now an innocent kid isn’t here
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| I’m just trying to help, is that wrong? |
| Man this isn’t fair
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| If that was your brother or your kid, would you give a shit?
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| I know I ain’t a snitch, but are you sure you ain’t a hypocrite?
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| It’s hard to understand
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| Life can be a trip, enjoy it when its good
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| Just get through it when its bad
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| Cause life can be a bitch
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| But life can be a gift
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| Life can be a trip, enjoy it when its good
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| Just get through it when its bad
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| Cause life can be a bitch
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| But life can be a gift
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| So slow it down, cause life can be too quick
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| (Oh baby)
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| Last year, I went to the hospital for sick kids
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| My cousin worked there, said they’d appreciate the visit
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| «Just a couple minutes come say hi, take some pictures, sign some autographs
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| for the brothers, the mothers and sisters.»
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| Not a problem, I even did a song or two
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| Looking at these kids like «I wish I was as strong as you»
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| Smiles on their face, tubes hanging from their ears
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| Trying to take the walk of life, but confined to wheelchairs
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| Its unbelievable
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| Then I met Simon, this other kid
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| He missed my performance, he was too sick to get out of bed
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| I was nervous at first, and couldn’t comprehend
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| How a child who’s so sick could be so happy and content
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| He said he was a huge fan of me and Billy Talent
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| Told him I just met those guys last week, they were real cool
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| He liked that
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| Fifteen year old with leukaemia trying to fight back
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| But he wasn’t complaining about where his life’s at
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| We talked for awhile, till the nurse made her rounds
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| She said I had to leave, I said «Goodbye» and gave him pounds
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| We complain about life and now I know it ain’t necessary
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| And I’m reminded overtime I read Simon’s obituary
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| It’s hard to understand
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| Life can be a trip, enjoy it when its good
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| Just get through it when its bad
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| Cause life can be a bitch
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| But life can be a gift
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| Life can be a trip, enjoy it when its good
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| Just get through it when its bad
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| Cause life can be a bitch
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| But life can be a gift
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| So slow it down, cause life can be to quick
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| Nobody, is gonna hit as hard as life. |
| It ain’t about how hard you hit,
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| its about how hard you can get hit, and keep movin' forward, how much you can
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| take, and keep moving' forward |