| And that was a dark depressing time for him, you know
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| He did had one visit with his mother I think
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| During the time that he lived with me and she brought
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| Him a huge box fill with gifts you know clothes and all
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| Kinds of little goodies and stuff and it sat in the corner
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| Untouched, literally for months he’d never opened anything just
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| Left the box there
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| What’s going on in your mind when someone you haven’t seen since you were nine
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| is out at your door step right now?
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| Rewind, remember that one time when Marco showed up at the front door
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| And we found out he escaped from a psych ward and stole grandma’s car?
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| Ah, rest her soul
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| I know that’s off topic, but I miss her soul
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| So ironic that she was blind but told me I’m handsome I was
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| Every time that I walked in the door
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| Can’t lie and say it was easy being 14 on February 14th
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| Watching a body die in my arms
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| Then have to go to a school that I hated
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| When my grade indicate that I don’t give a fuck what’s going on
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| A couple hours later on
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| And not to mention that one bitch that I loved
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| By the way, I call her «bitch» because she was
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| Wanted me to catch another man fucking her
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| Invited me over, told me to come into the front
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| Come upstairs and say what’s up
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| And there she was, little slut
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| I was broken hearted, should’ve broke that bitch’s jaw
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| Just for playin' me like a chump
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| But instead went to the garage, grabbed one
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| Of her brother’s rifles, went outside
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| And shot that other mothafucka’s truck up
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| I guess that’s what lead me to cuffs
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| Becomin' common in my life like funerals was
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| Daddy’s less common now, he gave up
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| After he heard the judge pin a fucking felony on his son
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| Funny enough, me and Aunt Barbara even closer
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| Start to feel some weight lift off her shoulder
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| Till it piled back on when a radiologist told her
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| That she had breast cancer and might not live much longer
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| Fast forward, the woman that I call my «mother» isn’t my mother
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| Or even blood but that’s how much I love her
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| And I’m feeling awkward cause the doorbell’s from the person that I call HER
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| Maybe I ain’t ready for it…
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| Shit, what should I wear?
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| Fuck that, I ain’t going down there
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| I waited over a decade for closure
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| Why should I receive it if it might not be something I want to hear
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| In the mirror is a empty reflection
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| And in my head are questions I want to ask like, «Where the fuck did you go?»
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| Why did you turn my birthdays to the worst days every year that you didn’t show?
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| And if you must know, I didn’t turn out to be much else
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| Than a drunk who fell face first to a pile of hell
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| Took four snuffs of the devil’s dust
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| Ended up with my manager helping me 'cause I couldn’t take a piss by myself
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| But I did get a record deal
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| And all my records got that making of a legend feel
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| And I did have a daughter who I promised that the way that way you made me felt
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| Is a way she will never feel
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| Slip a Benadryl in my cup
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| Ech, fuck it, I’m sickening up
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| Pit of my stomach clenching, all my muscles stiffening up
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| I ain’t been this nervous since I got jumped
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| Flick the tip of my J over a surface covered with ashes and junk
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| Took a pull and sat it down, put on both of my Chucks
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| Reach for the door but my hand’s sweaty, I’m anxious as fuck
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| Couldn’t even hit the stairs without remembering how many years I was there
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| waiting to see your car pull up
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| Now you saying she’s right there?
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| Man you saying she’s right there?
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| You telling me, if I open up this door right here
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| That she’ll been standing right there?
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| And after all these years, am I wrong for having this fear
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| Of meeting the reflection that was missing in the mirror?
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| Open up the door and then I see her |