| Ohh~!
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| This is my life…
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| This is my life
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| Yo.
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| I always knew I was different even back at six
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| They tied me to a pole with a rope and wrapped my wrists
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| They punched me and kicked me and slapped me with sticks
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| In the ribs and the kids called my daddy a bitch
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| Said my father’s a faggot, it aggravated my feelin’s
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| I didn’t know no better but knew I hated the feelin'
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| From laughin at me whenever they would crack jokes
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| On my way to the store to get a pack of smokes
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| For my nana, Benson and Hedges 100 with a note from my grandmother
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| It’s somethin, she suffers from arthritis
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| Hands stuck together, drop down elbows
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| It looked like baseball, she called marshmellows
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| I could see the silho-uettes of the past, hello
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| The days back when I had those rain tap windows
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| To peer through and just look at the world
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| I was just a boy, I never knew what would occur
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| Blur ahead to myself as a half-dead fiend
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| Fucked up in my head from what happened between
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| With my body on the floor I’m asleep from beans
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| My life flashed before me, I peeped the scenes
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| Yeah
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| The ghosts talk to me in my head
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| They said I’m already dead
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| And I had so much blood to be shed
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| But I can’t spill it no more
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| And I have died a thousand deaths
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| On the ground so out of breath
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| Yeah I’ve been down that flight of steps
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| But you can’t kill me no more
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| Yeah.
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| As a teen, we all grew up with the same dreams
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| But hit the potholes in the street and became fiends
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| Got in fist fights every night with the same team
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| Right around the time that Jay the Wood came clean
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| I was hurt from my broken home and goin' crazy
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| Rollin' up coke in bones as though I maybe
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| One these troubled youth in this modern day America
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| Thank God I’m still alive, I gotta say it’s Erykah
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| Who was always by my side, that’s why I love her forever
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| She knows my whole pain and all the stormy weather
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| That I been through, what I overcame and what it meant to 'em
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| Other people looked at me like a freak with a pencil
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| I got enough rage for every page in my books
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| What I done — I should be in a cage with the crooks
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| But I’m not, barely by the skin of my teeth
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| Maybe there’s a reason, time for me to finish this beef
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| Yeah
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| The ghosts talk to me in my head
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| They said I’m already dead
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| And I had so much blood to be shed
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| But I can’t spill it no more
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| And I have died a thousand deaths
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| On the ground so out of breath
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| Yeah I’ve been down that flight of steps
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| But you can’t kill me no more
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| It’s the dawn of a new day and I’ve been given a platform
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| All the moments in my life, I got a rap for 'em
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| I gotta tell my story, bring it back for 'em
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| Either that or I could slip away in the cracks gone
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| You think I’d let it happen? |
| Well that’s wrong
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| Who would’ve ever thought I would be saved by a rap song?
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| I gotta capitalize, cause I’m rappin' with guys
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| That I idolized as a kid, I’m revitalized
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| Always looked at life through a writer’s eyes
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| I learned this shit is hard, really man you either fight or die
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| So I’ma stand up and fight that fight
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| I’m goin home broken bone and bloody tonight
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| You motherfuckers ever look and study your life
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| And see how fade and greyed they’ve made whatever you like?
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| Cause I can feel it in my fuckin gut when I write
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| This pain is sweet, I needed to be cut with this knife
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| Yeah
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| The ghosts talk to me in my head
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| They said I’m already dead
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| And I had so much blood to be shed
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| But I can’t spill it no more
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| And I have died a thousand deaths
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| On the ground so out of breath
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| Yeah I’ve been down that flight of steps
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| But you can’t kill me no more |