| One day I’ma die, mama don’t cry
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| Ain’t no heaven up in the sky
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| One day I’ma fade away
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| And set the world on fire, watch the sky turn grey 2x
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| I was born to mourn, I guess that’s why I live the life of misery
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| Forever through eternity
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| My mama was a junkie, I was born into this world a crack baby
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| My bottle was brass monkey
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| I developed a brain tumor, now I consume a half ounce of Rose
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| I sniff bullets with my snub nose
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| I grew up on the east side, 7 mile area
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| I was raised like a pitbull terrier
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| I developed a criminal behavior
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| I murdered my first man and knew Jesus Christ wasn’t my savior
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| Jehovah witness, witnessed me takin care of my business
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| So I shot him on the front porch
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| I took their bibles and burned em I checked their pockets, turned em inside out
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| Dumped their bodies in the lake with the trout
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| It all started as a toddler, now I’m a .45 bullet swallower
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| And mama don’t cry
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| Somehow it seems, mama calling my name in my dreams
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| Crackfiends, amphetimenes, what does it really mean
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| Sometimes it feels like I’m fallin, am I close to death
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| Gaspin, suffocatin for air, losin my breath
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| I see visions of doctors and scalpels makin incisions
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| >From fatal collisions to suicide decisions
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| Nobody knows my suffering
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| I bring the pain from my migrane, I swallow 23 bufferins
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| I was addicted to caine since birth
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| Crack baby goin crazy, so how much is my life worth
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| A baby boy that bounces
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| 36 ounces I flip, kilograms I slam from the hip
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| It’s kinda crazy how I’m livin
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| But I’m mad on a murder ride nigga I’m suicide driven
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| I’ve arisen from a dead state-of-mind to find I was blind, too late
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| Mama don’t cry
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| If I could start all over I would
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| But I can’t, if I could, then my heart might have been good
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| I guess I lost all my time when I lost my mind
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| It makes me sad to hear mama cryin
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| So many dyin
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| I never stopped to think what I put you through
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| Much love, I thought you hated me, mama I never knew
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| I guess I walked the wrong path
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| In the aftermath, many demons screamin my name
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| You don’t know the half
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| I was dead a long time ago
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| Never ressurected, once the .45 shell connected
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| With my dome, I saw my misery crack a smile
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| So put my dead body in the pile
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| And wait a while till you come to the cemetary
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| Cuz you might see my tombstone burnin cuz it’s necessary
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| Pine box, my body rots with the best of em Mama I’m dead like the rest of em Mama don’t cry |