| This song right here,
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| Is Dedicated,
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| To my mom, to my pops,
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| To my family,
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| To my daughter,
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| To the people that I know and love to this day,
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| I was the product of two people the never got along,
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| I was named after a song, they heard the night I was born,
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| I was probly never planned but you know how it go,
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| Pops was strong and had it all under control,
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| Moms was on and bored and couldn’t wait to leave,
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| But she was pregnant now and still a mother to be,
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| And because of that fact she stayed and put up with his shit,
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| and took everything that,
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| That motha fucka could dish,
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| Believe it wasn’t easy and from what i’m told,
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| Then again I don’t remember I was two years old,
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| I was too young to know or see the tears in her eyes,
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| And wonder why every night she would cry and pray to die,
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| Thats Some Fucked Up Shit,
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| But I was so care free,
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| Like every other child just livin' a fantasy,
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| Never thought for a second,
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| Considered it wasn’t real,
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| If it wasnt should I change the way that I feel,
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| Just like a parent wanna shield you from all the pain,
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| No matter how much inside that you’re suffering,
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| A true Sacrifice like the wings of a dove,
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| And its real because its all love coming again,
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| Moms is tripping,
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| and pops is chilling,
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| brainstorming trying to come up on a million,
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| Or even a thousand,
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| a few hundred will be right on time,
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| Cause them bills is piling up,
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| and we’re fallin' further behind,
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| And dept collect is banging and calling the phone,
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| when they would come to our house, we would pretend we wasn’t home,
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| standing in the wikline,
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| free honey and cheese,
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| when gratuity baskets from local charities,
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| Its not fresh at all when you going to school,
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| And can’t afford to dress just like the cool kids do,
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| so with used text books and last year’s shoes,
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| I was destined to never make it to the likes of high school,
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| Time passed and pops got sick and fell ill,
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| and everything went down hill,
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| And when them S.S.I. |
| checks didn’t cover the bills not even close,
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| Moms kept the boat afloat as we coast into next year,
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| Just like a parent wanna shield you from all the pain,
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| No matter how much inside that you’re suffering,
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| A True Sacrifice like the wings of a dove,
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| And its real because its all love coming again,
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| I see pops even less than before,
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| But he is living in the same house behind the bedroom door,
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| Its always closed again,
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| and he’s sleeping no doubt,
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| A rare occasion be a bathroom would bring him out,
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| And I get to see him for a second just to say hey,
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| How you doing,
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| Good to see you awake,
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| Are you ok?
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| For him no reply,
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| Yea Jamie I’m Fine,
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| And the same night leave my world without saying goodbye,
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| Can you imagine the rage of pain that I felt,
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| I was too shocked to cry while excepting to change dealt,
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| I went to school and all the kids in my class,
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| Attended a special mass,
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| To acknowledge that he passed,
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| I Wanted to cry but not in front of my peers,
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| And not in front of a priest so I wiped away tears,
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| And swallowed the whole sorrow like a bit of relief,
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| And prayed to god to let me talk to him every night when I sleep,
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| Just like a parent wanna shield you from all the pain,
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| No matter how much inside that you’re suffering,
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| A True Sacrifice like the wings of a dove,
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| And its real because its all love coming again…
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| A True Sacrifice Like The Wings Of A Dove,
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| And Its Real Because Its All Love coming Again,
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| Just like a parent wanna shield you from all the pain,
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| No matter how much inside that you’re suffering,
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| A True Sacrifice like the wings of a dove,
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| And its real because its all love coming again… |