| I’d like to have you sit back for just a little while
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| I want to tell you my story, my life story
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| And I’m sure, some where along the line
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| That you will find comfort, joy and peace
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| Just like I did
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| Would you go with me for just a few moments
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| Back to my childhood
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| Vowed to never look twice in my book of life
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| I’m on Chapter 20
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| Turning my pages backwards really show how far I’ve come
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| Just a young buck itching to buzz, the womb is the gun
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| Moms pushed me out her chamber, the doc caught a hots one
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| She must’ve threw them headphones over her full blown stomach
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| Turning my cocoon radioactive transforming within a woman
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| My life begun it, skip to chapter two
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| And see a picture of my father running
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| My 2nd birthday; |
| he never bothered coming
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| But broke his neck to come through
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| My mom’s crib to come through
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| My mom’s ribs and within nine months I came to
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| He created a splitting image in more ways than one
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| And the face of his baby son and through our door ways to run
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| How could you retreat on a part of you that comes out of your own needs?
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| So when that n*gga let my mom suffer for 5 long weeks
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| Met my old dude and gave him a chance
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| I was still young watching cartoons
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| Playing with toys and staining my pants
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| Step Daddy psssst please, it feels like blood
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| The same type of needle takes from you and fills right up
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| Our bond became strong as teflon, Moms stress gone
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| She pressed on like a piece of vinyl recording the best song
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| Speaking of songs when the speakers were on and connected to the stereo
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| She would play a lot of old school records
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| Music plays a big part
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| And it would stay that way til I’m old and gray
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| And until things get dark
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| Kind of how my future look
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| Hate to use the book of my past
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| Wishing that I could forget the page that I was on last
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| Bringing the storm back to my spiritual garden
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| I know rain equals growth
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| But even the earth couldn’t survive 40 times in a row
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| But it’s my life I can’t lose the page
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| So let’s see daddy leaves and then this music thing
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| Oh here we go, Moms threw vinyl on the stereo
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| Pumping the sweet tunes
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| She would sing lullabies to help me close my eyes
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| And the wee hours of the night
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| They finally got married
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| Their wedding vows they recite
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| Kissed the bride
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| To my Pops was like a kiss of life
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| A true and living resurrection
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| 'Til the rain came harder
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| It’s an erection
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| You see they just married
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| And they was talking about below and it clicked
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| She tried to cock back and squeeze
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| But it jammed, she miscarried
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| Now this very situation happened later on in the chapter
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| Her insides
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| She’s torn from the baby gone in the after
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| Now you can take that both ways
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| My auntie dies
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| Proven in beat that we don’t stay
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| And they keep telling me that it’s gon' be ok
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| But it transformed for lies
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| On top of that this young cat
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| Gets weaker in the eyes
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| And even through the bad times
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| Music was always there for me
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| Me with a pen and a loose leaf
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| Equals one big orgy
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| Cumming with it
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| My feelings inside become a sentence
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| Snatching thoughts from a black cloud
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| That hung in distance
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| And got good at it
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| Just a skinny black kid with thick glasses and book baggage
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| And a torn jacket
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| But looking back
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| I can hear them cracking jokes again
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| It’s hard to see the future
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| With a scratched lense and broken frame… |