| I was stabbed by satan, on the day that I was born,
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| I was promised loving, but instead I was torn,
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| La la la, la la la, my heart bled fear,
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| La la la, la la la, I shed tears.
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| A poor black ghetto child,
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| He can’t shoot and he can’t go run them out,
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| There’s no school and the kids go runnin wild,
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| The police and the court wanna run them out,
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| He’s so cold, and the po po hate em all,
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| He ain’t seen his daddy since back in '84,
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| But oh well so it be, now hes in jail,
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| His mothers stressin just to get him out on bail,
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| Now sing it out.
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| And so the story goes on, There’s no glory in the war he takes a tote on
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| His own body, but his buddies wouldn’t of rolled on,
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| So bloody when the car comes to a stop,
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| The police with the big glocks, will em out
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| They say freeze but there’s only one comin out,
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| There’s 2 dead with a legal gun to his head,
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| It’s stupid, should of played ball instead,
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| Let’s sing it out.
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| So one day, when it’s all said and done,
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| My life will be the bluest rap song ever sung,
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| My verses will be curses to the rich and all sorts of authority will cease to
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| exist,
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| My daughters will be free of wars in my honor your fist,
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| Will raise in the air, in the silence of revolution, my face will appear,
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| Like the vision of a prisoner with his last beer,
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| This song is a poem and the whole poem is a tear,
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| Dropped in your ear.
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| So why do kids cry when there born,
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| Ever ask yourself that, I mean there’s no scientific reason explanin that
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| Well it is said satan stabs a child at birth, as an introduction to pain,
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| Y’know, welcome to the world right. |