| We do it for the babies
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| They say falling in love the definition of going crazy
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| The knowledge that makes us just cherish innocence makes it impossible
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| He heading for the graves, drivin' right past the hospital
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| There be glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors
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| (Yeah) Woo! |
| Move, motherfucker
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| I like that one (go in!)
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| They say karma is a bitch and when you take a life, you pay the price
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| But if your way of life ain’t been threatened and you safe at night
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| How you out here judgin' thinkin' you givin' people great advice
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| When those who should protect you disrespect you? |
| You can’t take it light
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| Bresha Meadows, resemble my baby girl
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| 14 years old taking a place in this crazy world
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| Her and her brothers lived in fear of their father’s rage
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| He beat their mother so often, she prayed for the day she could be far away
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| Father’s Day, an awkward occasion would daddy fall from grace
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| Embrace the alcohol, call mommy a whore, put her back in her place
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| With black eyes, broken ribs, slashin' her weight
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| No speculation, just the facts of the case
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| Stated, allegedly wavin' a gun in her face
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| After all that he came back, and was great, right, right?
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| Tired of hearin' mommy scream «Put the gun away»
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| She knew that when she got the courage she would run away
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| But what about her brothers? |
| She couldn’t leave her mother
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| They told the cops but all that did was make him treat 'em rougher
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| So what was she to do? |
| She did what she was told to do
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| Exposure to violence increased the amount of violence that you open to
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| Why bother when the system support her father?
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| Gradually her thoughts got darker
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| Do you kill yourself or kill the monster that’s making you suicidal?
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| Decision’s too heavy for the mind of a child
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| There’ll be glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors
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| (Yeah) Woo! |
| Move, motherfucker
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| Yeah, I like that one (go in!)
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| Let’s go
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| They say karma is a bitch and when you take a life, you pay the price
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| We shootin' in these moments to confuse your violence with a way of life
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| The funnel us from schools to the prisons, it’s like they made a pipe
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| The conclusion that we reach is that the solution is that we take the fight
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| To you, Bresha Meadows, took matters in her own hands
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| 14 years old with more courage than a grown man
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| Grabbed the gun that he threatened to whip
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| Crept in the bedroom, put the bullet in his brain while he slept
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| It left his daughter with post-traumatic stress disorder
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| She the phoenix out the flames, it’s metamorphosis
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| Survivin' in the Meadows house was kinda like a war
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| He threatened to kill her mother and her brothers many times before
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| The justice system is profit, they shuffle us to prison
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| But shit is just as toxic for women to get a judge to listen
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| At first the family freaked out but deep down they felt relief
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| «Wipe the tears from your cheek, mama, you free now»
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| Family wearin' purple in the court room
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| Prosecution lookin' at the feds like make your move
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| Chance of beatin' this murder feel like zero
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| Her mama doin' interviews like «She's my hero»
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| She shed no tears for her husband
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| Years to succumbin' to her fears have made her numb
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| From video games to war as we solve our problems with violence
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| It’s how we speak, they either want your death or your silence |