| just try to picture a young mother celebratin the birth of her son
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| the same time his father passes from the burst of a gun
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| another young life taken that was worth it to some
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| old fashioned closed casket at the church in the front
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| aint it crazy how corrupted that a person becomes
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| when they been searchin for they purpose on the curves of the slum
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| for sixty hours a week and barely workin for crumbs
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| and new bills every first of the month
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| had him thinkin
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| deep thoughts of becomin of becomin a drug kingpin
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| unaware that his ship would soon be sinking
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| only seventeen still a juvenile delinquent
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| ridin down the street in that stolen blue lincoln
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| started movin eighths and quarters
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| servin them fiends on a vacant corner
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| whirlwind in his dome girlfriend at home
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| just gave him the news she was makin him a father
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| so he’s focused, mind is racin
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| every single, penny, nickle, dime he savin
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| posted on the block
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| writing about his station
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| not really worryin about the time it’s taking
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| morning, evening, day and night
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| till it sinks in his bones like a way of life
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| she told him she would call him when the time comes short
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| shots rang out right when she hit nine months
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| so goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
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| goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
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| goodnight hope that things work out alright
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| the very first breath that he took
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| was the very moment of his father’s death that he could
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| picture it
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| all too clearly and on his birthday he recalled it yearly
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| a little bit sentimental with a quick temper
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| when the men who lived in his tentament attempt ta mentor him
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| when the sentiment he picked up went too far
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| thought he was a self taught man
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| but didn’t have a well thought plan
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| try to help himself off scam
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| and the well off but he always felt lost
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| and he feels like theres nothin to lose
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| and he walks like he’s got a little somethin to prove
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| like a child that comes from a fuse
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| tryna act the toughest just to cover their wounds
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| walked in the store at 12: 03
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| pulled the gun from his belt as the cellphone rings
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| cant hear it over yells and screams
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| the girl behind the counter fell to her knees
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| didnt see the owner cock his shotgun
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| came from the back one shot he dropped him
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| and as he fell in his head hit his girl left a message telling she’s pregnant.
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| so goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
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| goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
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| goodnight hope that things work out alright
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| so goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
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| goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
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| goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
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| hope that things work out alright yeah |