| God help the hungry children
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| Help the homeless children
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| Help them to survive a World they can’t understand
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| God help the child who’s needy
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| Who deserves not pity
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| Help them to survive this cold and bitter land
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| Is this the life that you chose for me?
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| Is this the life that you chose for me?
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| Is this the dice that was rolled for me?
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| I won’t cry about it, I won’t cry about it
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| Is this the life that you chose for me Lord?
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| Is this the life that you chose for me?
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| Is this the dice that you rolled for me?
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| Yeah, this is the Ville, home of the fast-lifers
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| Where we get high and don’t come down, we gas righteous
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| Man, I wonder how hard to live my past life was
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| Cause this one hard, I could show you my scars
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| I ain’t crying tho.
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| Then save that pity for the next man
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| Or that girl getting beat down by her ex-man
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| Hey, hold your head, mama
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| I know you wish that nigga dead, mama
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| If I can find a way to kill him, I won’t have any drama
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| Damn mama, tell me who you love
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| This one is for the boy that sees his mama on drugs
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| I feel your pain, boy and just know that I been through the same, boy
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| That lady needs you more than ever
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| Don’t be ashamed boy
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| Cause when it rained, boy, that was your umbrella
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| The one that changed your pissy sheets when you was a young fella
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| And now she in the bedroom on her knees
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| Staring at the sky, screaming «Lord please!»
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| Tell me now
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| Is this the life that you chose for me?
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| Is this the life that you chose for me?
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| Is this the dice that you rolled for me?
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| I won’t cry about it, I won’t cry about it
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| Is this the life that you chose for me Lord?
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| Is this the life that you chose for me?
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| Is this the dice that was rolled for me?
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| I won’t cry about it, I won’t cry about it
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| Soon as you cling on, my mind’s saying «be gone!»
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| I leave em with wrinkled foreheads, they now Klingons
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| Confused, cause friendship’s abuse and I’m sorry for it
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| My life performance been trifling, some nights I fight my conscience?
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| Was never given space, but I always heared the heart
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| Always miss playing the hand that was dealt the joker cards
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| It’s what I was feeling like, lonely low energy
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| Fallin slow clinically, ballin' over we finna be
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| Don’t pity me ever, even when them haters answering
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| Mindstate of the victim, no victim, I’m just a champion
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| Money come in slow, God, intervene
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| Spirit’s never broken, I’m just focused, don’t pity me
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| No no no, you see this pain put a strain on my whole life
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| I seen the rain, seen my dreams turn to long nights
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| But all I ask is don’t pity me, no, no!
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| Don’t pity me, no, no, no!
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| Is this the life that you chose for me?
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| Is this the life that you chose for me?
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| Is this the dice that you rolled for me?
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| I won’t cry about it, I won’t cry about it
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| Is this the life that you chose for me Lord?
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| Is this the life that you chose for me?
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| Is this the dice that was rolled for me?
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| I won’t cry about it, I won’t cry about it
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| I can’t cry about it
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| Nah, nah, be strong
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| Can’t cry about it
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| Hey
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| I freestyle life, can barely write the rent
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| Yearly income can barely keep this music life in check
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| Call up mama, hate to borrow money, with Christmas near
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| Hey you know what? |
| How about we make each other gifts this year
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| Friends are calling me up, asking me if I’m signed yet
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| Who I’m working with? |
| Am I making dollar signs yet?
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| Disappointment within their voices, do they pity me?
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| Disbelief, I’ma stay driven like them city streets
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| But ah, it seems like every day is rainy weather
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| Can barely fit my pain and poverty the same umbrella
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| But he don’t care, he don’t care, it’s hard to keep em dry
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| No more caterpillar, now you see him change: peeping Tom
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| This life’ll flash before your eyes
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| So get your match before your fire turns to ash
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| No more drive, no more gas, before you cry, get your last
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| Before you die, life your past with no regrets
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| Broken X, no looking back man
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| Is this the life that you chose for me?
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| Is this the life that you chose for me?
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| Is this the dice that you rolled for me?
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| I won’t cry about it, I won’t cry about it
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| Is this the life that you chose for me Lord?
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| Is this the life that you chose for me?
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| Is this the dice that was rolled for me?
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| Yeah |