| My grandmother suits was tailor made, Sundays Mahalia played
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| Simple familiar ways, like how she kneeled and prayed
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| Willin, master forgive us, our trust pastors had us real afraid
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| I never listened yet I still obeyed
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| I got to see how Philly played at such an early age
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| What my father was into sent him to his early grave
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| Then moms started chasin that base, like Willie Mays
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| My childhood was all of 40 nights and 40 days
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| Trouble was my ball and chain, shorties would call me names
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| Humble beginnings but a star is what it all became
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| My journey from a dirty hallway, to the Hall of Fame
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| Music my therapeutic way to cope with all this pain
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| Was headed for the drain, soakin before the rainwater came
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| And chaos, into the order came
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| I started doin what I’m 'sposed to do in life
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| Tryin to move out of the dark, and closer to the light
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| They say if you get a chance to do it, overdo it right
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| Tomorrow isn’t promised every time, you say goodnight
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| Knahmtalkinabout? |
| Uhh, yo
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| Story of a little ghetto boy, check it out
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| Yeah yeahhh
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| Little ghetto boy, ohhh
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| Playin in the ghetto street, ay-ayyyy!
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| What’chu gonna do when you grow up
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| and have to face responsibility?
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| Yeah yeahhh
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| Will you spend your days and nights in a pool room?
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| Will you sell caps of madness, to the neighborhood
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| little ghetto boy
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| You already know, how rough life could be
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| Hard to see, so much pain and misery
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| Yeahhhhhhh, yeahhhh
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| Little ghetto boy, yeah
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| Your daddy was blown away
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| Heyyyy yeahhh
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| He robbed that grocery store yeah
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| Don’t you know that was a sad sad day?
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| Eyyyyy-yeah
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| All your young life you’ve seen such misery and pain
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| The world’s a cruel place to live in, it ain’t gonna change yeahh
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| You’re so young, and you’ve got so far to goooooo
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| Don’t think you’ll reach your goal young man
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| Talkin 'bout the ghetto boy
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| Yeah yeah yeahhhh
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| Yeah, yeahhh little ghetto BOYYYYY-OYYYY
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| When when you become a maaaaan, yeahhhh
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| You can make things change
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| Oh if you just take a stand, yeah yeahhhh
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| You’ve got to believe in yourself, in all that you doooo
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| You’ve got to fight to make it better, better
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| And you will see, that others will start believin too
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| Then my son, things will start to get better
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| Hey yeahhhh yeah
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| «Everything has got to get better" —
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| Ohhh
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| Everything has got to get better
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| Yeahhh yeahhhhh yeah
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| Don’t you know it’s gonna get better
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| Heyyyyyy yeah yeah
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| Got to believe that everything
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| yeahhhhh yeah yeah yeah
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| Whooahhh ho oahhh oahhh oahh
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| Whoa yeah
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| Whoah ho oahhh oh ohhhhhhh
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| OHHHHHHHH YEAH YEAHHHH
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| YEAH, YEAHHHHH, little ghetto boy
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| Mmmmmm yeah yeahhhhhhhhh |