| It’s been on every day since they cut the umbilical chord
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| Been on a mission since my circumcision
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| Destined to be hard-core
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| 74 the year the Steelers whipped on Minnesota
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| July 30 was the day that mama had a soldier
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| My big sister older than me by four years
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| Fed me when I was hungry and dried up all my tears
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| But I was a mama’s boy spoiled to the core
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| Fifteen years later I became X-Raided
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| Hard headed and don’t regret it
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| My mama told me to chill but I ignored her when she said it
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| Cuz by the time I was fifteen, I felt like I was twenty
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| Always wanted more even though I had plenty
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| I was honor be? |
| no matter what mama say
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| Kickin it with Joshua, my Terry O, and Johnny Ray
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| Acting crazy cuz crazy was my nature
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| Gangsta rituals hereditary
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| Sometimes its scary cuz I think I hate ya
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| What could I have done to get myself a better life
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| Go to college and have some kids after I met a wife
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| I’m a non believer but leave it to beaver
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| Cuz in the neighborhood I grew up being what?
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| It wasn’t nothing but a gang of niggas like me |
| One put in the grave, the other in the penitentiary
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| It wasn’t nothing else to destroy except for myself
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| The creation of my mama’s pride and joy
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| 1974, The president was Nixon
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| The cut the umbilical chord and did the circumcision
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| I was eight pounds, eight ounces
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| A bouncing baby boy
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| America’s nightmare, my mama’s pride and joy
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| Now mama I never meant to cause so much pain
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| Gettin suspended from school, stealing cars, and running with gangs
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| I only wanted to be a man but never knew how
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| Only if I knew then what I know now
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| It would be a different story you would be glorified
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| Treated like a queen and put up on a pedestal way high
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| I can’t deny it, I did wrong
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| But mama I tried to be strong, but I didn’t fit in
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| Didn’t belong
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| And papa didn’t stick around to keep us safe and sound
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| Dysfunctional family and nobody to handle me down to do whatever
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| Thought I was clever but I ended up
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| Stuck in the penitentiary with forever
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| And a minute don’t go by that I don’t reminisce about the days
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| Mama held me in her arms keeping me out of harms way |
| Can you tell me, how did mamas baby become a killer
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| Who turned this African into an American nigga
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| With rage in my soul
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| Tearin me apart got me mad at the world with so much pain in my heart
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| From the start
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| Columbus and his boys was on a mission to destroy
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| Mama’s pride and joy
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| I wish my life didn’t turn out the way it had
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| If I could only do it all again but at last
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| It’s too late for all that coulda shoulda woulda mess
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| And I’m way too strong to be walkin around sad and depressed
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| But I get mad when I think about the way it is
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| And the way it was when me and my big sister was kids
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| Who’s to blame
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| It’s a shame
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| I’m so confused and deep in my soul I feel the pain
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| Mama it’s true, I don’t know where I came from
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| Where am I headed
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| When will it all be? |
| instead of hectic
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| My childhood was non existent
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| My sister had to be a woman at sixteen with no assistance
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| Where was your god when my life was going down the drain
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| Late at night didn’t you hear me calling out his name
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| Or was it meant for me to be a black sheep when all I wanted to be was happy |
| Now how hard could that be
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| For mama’s pride and joy |