| My father had no education
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| I still remember, it was a big heart
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| I made a living with a lot of sweat
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| But it still couldn't be worse.
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| little money to pay
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| All accounts and home expenses
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| But God wanted to see him on the floor
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| With hands raised to the sky
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| begging forgiveness
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| I cried, my father said: «Good luck»
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| With my hand on my shoulder
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| On his deathbed
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| And he said, "Marvin, now it's just you
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| And it won't help
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| Crying will make me suffer»
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| Three days after dying
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| My father, I wanted to know
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| But I didn't even set foot in school
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| Mom remembered this all the time
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| Every day before the sun comes out
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| I worked without being distracted
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| Sometimes I think it won't work
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| I wanted to run away, but wherever I am
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| I know very well what he meant
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| My father, I remember, won't let me forget
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| He said, "Marvin, life is for real
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| I did my best
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| And your destiny I know by heart»
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| And then one day a heavy rain came
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| And it ended up with a whole year's work
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| And at the age of thirteen I felt
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| All the weight of the world on my back
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| I wanted to play but lost the bet
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| Worked like a donkey in the fields
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| I only saw meat if I stole a chicken
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| My father took care of the whole family
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| Without realizing it, I followed the same path
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| Every night my mother prayed:
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| «God, it was in the name of hunger that I stole»
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| ten years passed
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| My brothers grew up
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| And the angels took my mother
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| by the hands
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| I cried, my father said: «Good luck»
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| With my hand on my shoulder
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| On his deathbed
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| "Marvin, now it's just you
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| And it won't help
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| Crying will make me suffer
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| Marvin, life is for real
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| I did my best
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| And your destiny I know by heart» |