| See the joy of life beginning
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| See the joy of life beginning
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| Oh sweet joy!
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| A brand new baby boy
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| My mind flashed back to the early moon
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| When I was just a sperm cell in the fallopian tube
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| In the midst of a state of triple darkness
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| Going through a struggle so I could exist
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| Avoiding everything that came within my path
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| As I watch other sperm cells get ripped in half
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| One out of a million completes the job
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| And for the other sperm cells the womb is a graveyard
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| Though my travels I had to pass through
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| A lot of battles and violent hassles
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| 'Cause inside the womb I was a foreign object
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| I’m like a new nigga walking through the project
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| Trouble, everywhere I turn
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| Damn it’s a struggle just being a sperm
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| Cell, so I attempt to prevail
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| I guess the womb is the first stage of hell
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| Now here I am in the danger zone
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| My head and my tail, my 23 chromosomes
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| But then again yo it can’t be that bad
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| 'Cause my dad he could have used a body bag
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| And if so then my tomb
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| Would have been the trash can inside my mom’s bedroom
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| But they was fucking, they was true to this
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| And here I go on a mission to the uterus
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| A million motherfuckers tried to race ahead
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| But I was the one that fertilized the egg
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| Then I thought then I was safe
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| Because I reached home base
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| But oh no my job wasn’t done
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| In fact my troubles had only begun
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| Life is a struggle, life is the struggle
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| Life is the struggle c’mon
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| See the joy of life beginning
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| See the joy of life beginning
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| Oh sweet joy!
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| A brand new baby boy |