| Drove him to school just after the day that he flipped
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| Told him if any students asked for him
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| To say that he slipped
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| So many bruises past to him they faded in quick
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| They say the fatal wounds
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| The fact that he don’t play with his kids
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| And now I pray that he lives
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| Persuaded he gives into the lie
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| The bed you made it was his
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| Just say what it is cus basically the pain that you give
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| Is the pain that you received and you afraid to relive
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| And you can blame it on your past tenses
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| Tame it or have fences
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| But it don’t change the fact
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| You can’t escape your last sentence
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| When they have to reference evidence
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| You broke the surface skin
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| Laugh but after that they sending him to social surface Then where would you be
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| at bending at the kneecap
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| Pretending that he needed that slap
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| When well you see that
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| You doing to your son what your father did to you
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| He put you on the run
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| And it ain’t hard for you to do
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| The same
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| We are not the same
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| The distance in our lives
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| Bares the innocence I claim
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| Please know that we are not the same
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| The instant you arrived
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| With this infant and my name
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| Please know that
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| Met her at school forever he knew
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| He’d have to tell her the truth
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| In a letter he drew out every letter as proof
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| He wouldn’t let her be used
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| How his treasure of youth bowed and tethered abuse
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| Better to use now to measure every moment they shared
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| As a powerful atonement
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| How broken he bared
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| Can one hoping to share his life with another be
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| When you as beaten as the lover in me
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| Holy seeking for the Brother in three
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| Uncovered to see me
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| Before becoming a mother to be
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| See while the facts bruise I couldn’t figure it out
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| Why my back was being used for putting cigarettes out
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| And my laugh was subdued for it please him to cry
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| These are the reasons why for you I would leave it behind
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| I refuse to do to you what my father did to me
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| Only I choose who I am I pray to God that you will see the same
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| We are not the same
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| The distance in our lives
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| Bares the innocence I claim
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| Please know that we are not the same
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| The instant you arrived
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| With this infant and my name
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| Please know that |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song W.A.N.T.S. , by - Mr. J. Medeiros. Song from the album Friends Enemies Apples Apples, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп