| Yeah
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| I know this chick Josephine
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| Yeah, Joseph-fiend
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| Who sniff coke, picking which toe
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| To stick dope between
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| No one seemed to notice it on a local scene
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| But who plans on facing a transformation so extreme?
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| Nobody, especially when a hopeless teen wasn’t hopeless
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| Now she’s the poster child for broken dreams
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| Sweet as Ovaltine, scholarship to Bowl and Green
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| So stunning, at homecoming on throne as queen
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| I heard nowadays she’s running with this ho Janine
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| Janine used to blow the team for coke, and indulging lean
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| She turned Josephine out, from posts to memes
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| To dudes sticking his dime in her slot like Coke machines
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| Only a matter of time before my mobile screen
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| Reads «You heard who OD’ed?» |
| so what’s it all supposed to mean?
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| Nothing to me, but a topic for my flows and schemes
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| So I don’t give a fuck, I just got high and wrote the theme
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| It’s enough to make a man go crazy
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| Numb to it 'cuz of everything I’m seeing lately
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| It’s enough to make a man go crazy
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| Trigger finger itching while he switching off the safety
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| It’s enough to make a man go crazy
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| You can thank the motherfucking world, 'cuz it made me
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| Suffolk County slowly dying keep it low-key
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| Another day another body dropping
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| Someone OD’ed
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| My baby momma had me out in court to litigate
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| 'Cuz my son’s mother spent my child support sniffing 'H
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| I saw it in her face, plus she lost a bit of weight
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| Now she’s gotten so skinny, if she coughs, her ribs’ll break
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| Presented evidence as I fought to win the case
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| Lost and saw this bitch’s snake mother tossing ticket tape
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| Parading through the halls but all the court decision makes
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| Sure is that my son’s raised wrong and surely isn’t safe
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| Feeling corned by this morbid twist of fate
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| My son’s life’s on the line like a lure with fishing bait
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| Hearing voices like Martin Short in Innerspace saying
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| «Sean, fuck the court, play it off, assimilate»
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| So I’d sit and wait for this whore to slip and take
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| A wrong turn, and while she went
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| Through withdrawal’s I infiltrate
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| Told her «Go to rehab, before it’s too late» then «Sign my son over»
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| Now it’s fuck off, bitch you’re fake
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| It’s enough to make a man go crazy
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| Numb to it 'cuz of everything I’m seeing lately
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| It’s enough to make a man go crazy
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| Trigger finger itching while he switching off the safety
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| It’s enough to make a man go crazy
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| You can thank the motherfucking world, 'cuz it made me
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| Suffolk County slowly dying keep it low-key
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| Another day another body dropping
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| Someone OD’ed
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| For the sake of this story, call the homie James
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| He overcame a turbulent childhood and rose to fame
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| «Star running back and great kid,» his coach explained
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| He just signed his letter of intent to Notre Dame
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| Hood raised, got good grades, and knows the game
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| Stayed out of trouble, spent off nights at goals to train
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| His problem started with a right shoulder strain
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| A bone sprained in his ankle, still he played, no restraint
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| Took the field one Friday night, soaked in rain
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| Broke the plane and felt his knee blow like explosive flames
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| Dreams shattered, everything he knows is changed
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| Doctors said he won’t regain movement and his soul was drained
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| Got the news, started popping blues to dull the pain
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| This chick Josephine we know showed him how to poke his veins
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| Would’ve reached out for help but he was so ashamed
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| His world turned cold, it’s enough to make you go insane
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| It’s enough to make a man go crazy
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| Numb to it 'cuz of everything I’m seeing lately
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| It’s enough to make a man go crazy
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| Trigger finger itching while he switching off the safety
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| It’s enough to make a man go crazy
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| You can thank the motherfucking world, 'cuz it made me
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| Suffolk County slowly dying keep it low-key
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| Another day another body dropping
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| Someone OD’ed |