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| [00:09.87][Verse 1: Mr. J. Medeiros] |
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Envision the prison of age |
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Where the apparent disposition |
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Is that of a parrot commissioned to live in a cage |
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Who hits the parents when decisions are made |
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To not listen and they got their fists in opposition to fair play |
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Must be in your submission to rage |
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You became a victim the same way |
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The system done gave way |
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Inflicting the same pain |
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Your convicted and can't blame |
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Recondition your brain till your convinced you can't change |
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Understandably wishin' family tradition won't land you in a position |
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Where you feelin' the rain |
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Lonely without a home, cause now your child's grown |
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Wearing a milestone like its the only tie you own |
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Crying when your alone |
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Hoping that God forgives you, wondering if your kids do |
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No one should have to live through |
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The violence that you been through |
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The fight that's still within you |
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Its time to make things right and free the child that lives in you |
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Hear me...see me... |
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Do you even know I'm still breathing |
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I listen to the sounds of a TV |
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The only thing that really wants to reach me |
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Daddy listen...Mommy please... |
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There must be a better way to raise me |
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I'm yelling till my ears can't hear me |
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Into a silence that kills me |
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There Billy stands in twenty below gripping his coat |
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That froze two hours ago |
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Dramatic I know, but cold ain't it, seven year old's waiting |
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Takes another look at a picture that lost time painted |
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We say put it away I can't look at it |
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The truth stings a little when you look at it |
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We're creating a mold of bad habits |
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When the teacher got eleven year old's that blast at 'em |
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And the world tunes in just then |
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Listening to every word that he should have heard at age ten |
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Then daddy wonders where it all began |
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He could call you a father, but couldn't really ever call you a friend |
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You worked hard to provide a home for good living |
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And you figured, that's all that you really had to give 'em |
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Now, if you don't know much know this |
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All work, no play, far cry, near miss |
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Hear me...see me... |
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Do you even know I'm still breathing |
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I listen to the sounds of a TV |
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The only thing that really wants to reach me |
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Daddy listen...Mommy please... |
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There must be a better way to raise me |
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I'm yelling till my ears can't hear me |
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Into a silence that kills me |
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It was once said that the |
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Grass will wither and the flowers will fall down |
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And every man will pass when his number gets called |
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But when a child takes his life that type of logic don't work out |
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A flower never chose to pluck its own pedals out |
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And through out of the tears it gets so clear |
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That the son I held dear I lost somewhere |
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Between my work passion and a child size casket |
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Hard to grasp when these dreams keep flashing his |
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Cold foot hanging from a stainless steel table and |
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A white sheet stain with a mothers pain a grief |
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Every day I wake to face this feeling of pain |
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So I milk the scapegoat to ease this feeling of blame thinking |
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What kind of man am I? What kind of mother were you? |
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What kind of life did we subject our child to? |
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Wishing I would have listened I would have probably seen clues |
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Praying for salvation that his soul could sure use |
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Hear me...see me... |
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Do you even know I'm still breathing |
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I listen to the sounds of a TV |
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The only thing that really wants to reach me |
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Daddy listen...Mommy please... |
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There must be a better way to raise me |
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I'm yelling till my ears can't hear me |
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Into a silence that kills me |
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