| I wonder will you ever love me
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| Will you ever?
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| Will you ever care?
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| When?
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| Maybe after I’m dead and gone they’ll get along
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| Then they’ll look back and see things that I said in my song
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| Hope I did enough right that it deaded my wrong
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| If I was to die tonight, I don’t know where I’m goin
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| Heaven or Hell, I don’t think the reverend could tell
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| He see I’m addicted but what started as medicine failed
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| And left me to deal with a chemical dependency
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| He act like he God with his subliminal supremacy
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| Talkin like if I don’t get straight, then he could seal my fate
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| Wait — you could seal a fate but you can’t rehabilitate?
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| So now on Sundays I be right here on my perch
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| I sit across the street and just stare at the church and it hurt
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| I figure maybe they’ll love me in my afterlife
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| In retrospect they might recognize what I sacrificed
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| For now a nigga here with his head hangin
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| Askin life and hip-hop the same dang question
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| Ohh, ohh oh oh, today, tomorrow, right now
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| When will you love me?
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| Oh fall for me sometimes
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| When will you love me?
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| So.my curiosity
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| When when uh, uh, uh
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| I know a young man who’s becomin a gun man
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| Raised by a single mother who main concern was a suntan
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| And goin on vacation whenever the invitation was presented
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| Listen, you’ll comprehend this in a minute
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| See as a minor he had a dream of bein athletic
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| She said she would sign him up for sports but she ass-betted
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| So he got into books, but even that was overlooked
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| Yet all he wanted was love from the one woman that’s s’posed to put
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| Him above everything
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| She was too busy with niggas had fakin with wedding ring
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| Somethin she had never dreamed 'bout to transpire
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| The street took control of his soul, now her only son’s a ghetto vampire
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| He out late stealin and dealin front of the corner store
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| Wasn’t long before the boys up the way had wanted a war
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| Caught him, put the gun to his jaw
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| Then the last thing you seen before the flash was his mom
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| His last thought
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| Uhh, uh-huh, check
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| Sometimes all it takes is love
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| For us to rise up above, survive just because
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| You’ll be surprised what you’re deprived of
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| When you deprive others of love, demise is a must
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| The heart can’t breathe, the soul can’t carry on
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| It’s hard to succeed, the roles keep addin on
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| If you love somebody you should show 'em while they still here
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| Tomorrow they could be dead or askin you from a wheelchair
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| Rich Kidd, thank you
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| The beautiful Andreena Mill
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| Saigon
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| Good guy |