| He knows he’s leaving, not much time left
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| Holding on to his very last breath
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| I saw him last week, nervous and uptight
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| Losing sleep, stays up all night
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| Wishin he woulda used his mind and not rushed
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| To push in the bush but took his time
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| To get to know the girl he slapped skins with
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| Shared needles with
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| Wish he could go back, change the direction
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| But now he’s got the infection
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| I spoke to him, gave him inspired words
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| I’m sure he’s heard
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| Live by the sword, die by the sword
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| What’s left, pray to the oh Lord
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| You can deny but the truth will unfold
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| Because the eyes are the soul
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| Eyes are the soul.
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| Eyes are the soul.
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| I look into his eyes, but he’s so high
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| From the crack, he thinks that he can fly
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| He has problems he doesn’t like solving
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| Takes one hit, and thinks the world stops revolving
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| 19, his eyes full of tears
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| He hasn’t smiled at least for a year
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| His mom is gone cause he was high one night
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| Robbed and killed her, because of the crack pipe
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| He’s wanted by the law
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| Because he’s robbed at least three grocery stores
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| He’s lost, all control
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| Take a look, eyes are the soul
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| Eyes are the soul.
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| Eyes are the soul.
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| Eyes are the soul.
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| I look into her eyes, she’s so young
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| But I know, where she’s comin from
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| I’ve watched her grow, little girl down the street
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| White shirts and skirts with pleats
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| She cried, fear in her voice
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| Not knowing, she had a choice
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| Oh so sad, oh so lonely
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| If she knew that she’s not the only
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| One in school that didn’t use the caution
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| Facin, raisin a baby or abortion
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| Her mother said she had to leave
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| Who wants to be where a baby is not received
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| No ultimatum, she’s goin to the G.Y.N
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| To put it to an end
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| She’s learned a lesson I suppose
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| I can tell, eyes are the soul
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| Eyes are the soul.
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| Eyes are the soul.
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| Eyes are the soul. |