| Until death do us
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| For better or worse
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| Unconditional
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| I give it to you
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| Father was white, momma was black
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| Call it mulatto, such a heavy cross to bear on your back
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| Raised on a different side of the tracks
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| I felt ashamed to the point I tried to hide it, in fact
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| Shivering, face frost bit, out in this cold world
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| Pops bounced like a ball, left me with old girl
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| Was I cursed or special, is this God’s way to test you
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| Interracial, inner demons, we wrestle
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| You know my father donated the sperm
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| And wasn’t concerned about us, I believe deadbeat was the term
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| But I ain’t miss him, I ain’t hug him, I ain’t kiss him
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| Just me and momma, that was tradition
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| Never could fill a hole in my heart that was missin'
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| Never seen a ball game together, never went fishin'
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| Nah, momma played both roles
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| And did what ever she had to do to make ends meet
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| Whether it’s wash floors or sew clothes
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| Dad disgraced me, the streets embraced me
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| The marijuana superb, the cocaine tasty
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| I kept the fire on the fryer like a fire alarm
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| Hotter than an iron on, leave you niggas lyin' on
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| The pavement, I don’t want to hear that peace talk
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| You better save it, get your white flag out and wave it
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| ‘Cause I’m the judge, jury, bailiff, and the mortician
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| Similar to any magician, the four-fifths lip and
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| Your bad diss like a bad transmission
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| Operate with precision of a surgeon’s incision
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| Satan set me in a black fate and
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| That nigga’s so impatient, you can’t keep Death waitin'
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| I eat meat, I’m a carnivore
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| No chicken, just beef, if you want a war
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| It’s been on, it’s been on before
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| And though I’m sick of this bitch, I still love the whore
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| And that’s what it is
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| The one thing that saved me in the ‘80s: I was a hip hop baby
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| Ten years before the bitch went crazy
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| When Jaz-O put a nigga on in the game named Jay-Z
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| The music never ceased to amaze me
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| Now I got my own kids following in my footsteps
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| All I want to do is protect ‘em before the hood gets
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| Control of ‘em or the gangsta bravado grabs a hold of ‘em
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| Or the Devil toast their soul in a old oven
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| Because when push comes to shove, and I love ‘em
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| Can I protect ‘em from dying from a death too sudden
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| I don’t know |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All My Love , by - Marco Polo. Song from the album Port Authority, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп