| He was fourteen years old
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| All his life he never left
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| The west side (oh)
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| I walked past him everyday
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| Heading downtown
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| Always on the go
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| He was the kind of guy you never gave your real name to
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| So young but still trying to game you
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| But what he was going through
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| I never knew
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| Its such a same
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| How people change
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| And I never really knew his name
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| But it takes more than two to raise a youth
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| And for that we all did lose
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| Because if one of us had noticed you
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| How I wish I was there for you
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| I was busy filling my own shoes
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| All his life
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| He heard «You won’t amount to nothing»
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| Low expectations
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| In need of money
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| Few too many choices
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| And no patience
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| So what do you know
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| For a good cash flow
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| You can always sell
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| It’s easy to fit the role
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| But when your living the fast life
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| He considered all times a go
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| Its such a same
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| How people change
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| And I never really knew his name
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| But it takes more than two to raise a youth
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| And for that we all did lose
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| Because if one of us had noticed you
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| How I wish I was there for you
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| I was busy filling my own shoes
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| Is that how he came around
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| For his child he’ll know now
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| 'Cause he left him with bruises
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| His words just abusive
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| The love he didn’t show
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| And what his boy was going through
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| He had never imagined
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| But when love turns to hate
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| It’s the worse out of passion
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| His son was bold
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| And by then it was too late
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| From his friend they get console
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| Then his hands, his shoes
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| The life or death they couldn’t hold
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| Oh- two seconds cold
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| He was fourteen years old
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| Locked up until he’s old
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| Its such a same
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| How moments change
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| And I never really knew his name
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| But it takes more than two to raise a youth
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| And for that we all did lose
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| Because if one of us had noticed you
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| How I wish I was there for you
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| I was busy filling my own shoes |