| I swear to tellthe truth and nothin but the truth…
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| so help me GOD
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| I just felt like tellin the story of my life
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| Felt like, maybe somebody could be inspired, you know?
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| We all feel pain, we all go through things
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| But it’s time to overcome all that
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| Verse One: LL Cool J If your plane crashed in the water and everybody died
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| would you drown on purpose or try to survive?
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| I was born handicapped my arm wouldn’t move
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| They called me a cripple pops caught an attitude
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| Beat my moms smoked lye drove trucks
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| My moms had a miscarriage, he didn’t give a fuck
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| He sniffed some coke, come home
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| Beat up on my moms cause she’s talkin on the phone
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| Come on Chorus: LL Cool J and singers
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| (all I ever wanted)
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| All I ever wanted
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| (all I ever needed)
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| All I ever needed
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| (was a father)
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| was a father
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| (that's all)
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| That’s all!
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| (all I ever wanted)
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| All I ever wanted
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| (all I ever needed)
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| All I ever needed… was a father
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| (was a father)
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| Verse Two: LL Cool J Moms got tired of the beatings said, «Yo, we got to go»
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| Packed up her bags we bounced out the do'
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| She said, «I ain’t takin these whippin’s no mo'
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| I wanna live to see my little Todd grow»
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| I remember tear drops on my pops face
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| Lookin down at me standin on the staircase
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| Handsome brother with a smooth goatee
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| Makes me wonder why he act so ugly, you feelin me?
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| (I'm feelin you)
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| Verse Three: LL Cool J My pops got drunk when me and my moms bounced
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| Swigged some Jack Dan', sniffed up a ounce
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| Grabbed the shotty left Long Isle for Queens
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| Possesed by a demon… a devil it seemed
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| I was too young to understand the risk
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| when your moms come home off the midnight shift
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| She turned around heard the shotgun click
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| My pops said, «You think that you could leave me?»
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| He blasted my moms in the back
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| She fell down screamin I can’t forget that
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| My grandfather tried to close the do'
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| He got shot ten times in the stomach yo, for real
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| Verse Four: LL Cool J My head was spinnin, I had never seen blood
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| Four years old, this don’t feel like love
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| Anyway, pops dissapeared
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| Grandpops and moms healed up over the years
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| This therapist got up in her head
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| Led her to believe without him she’d be dead
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| You know, they fell in love with one another
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| Everything seemed right that’s word to mother
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| until I started gettin beatings everday
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| Sometimes for going outside to play
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| Late at night on my knees I’d pray
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| a young child, wishin the pain would go away
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| Dad where was you when he made me strip
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| Beat with belts like a slave with a whip
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| Kicked me down steps outside in the snow
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| Punched me in the chest stomped me out on the flo'
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| That’s just the tip of the iceberg look
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| It’s too long for a song but perfect for a book
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| Word is bond, that’s real baby |