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Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? |
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I have, I've been protested and demonstrated against. |
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Picket signs for my wicked rhymes. |
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Look at the times. Sick is the mind of the motha fuckin' kid that's behind, |
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Tempers flaring from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin'. |
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Not takin' nothin' from no one, give 'em hell long as I'm breathin'. |
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Keep kickin' ass in the mornin', an' takin' names in the evening. |
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Leav'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth. |
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See, they can trigger me but they never figure me out. |
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Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now. |
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Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now. |
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I'm sorry, Mama. |
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I never meant to hurt you. |
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I never meant to make you cry, |
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but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet. |
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I'm sorry, Mama. |
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I never meant to hurt you. |
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I never meant to make you cry, |
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but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet. |
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I got some skeletons in my closet, and I don't know if no one knows it. |
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So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it, |
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I'ma expose it. I'll take you back to '73 before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' CD. |
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I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months. |
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My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch, |
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cuz he split. I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye. |
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No, I don't on second thought, I just fuckin' wished he would die. |
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I look at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her side. |
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Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try |
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to make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake. |
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I maybe made some mistakes but I'm only human. |
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But I'm man enough to face them today. |
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What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb, |
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but the smartest shit I did was take them bullets out of that gun. |
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Cuz I'da killed 'em, shit |
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I would have shot Kim an' him both. |
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I'm sorry, Mama. |
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I never meant to hurt you. |
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I never meant to make you cry, |
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but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet. |
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I'm sorry, Mama. |
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I never meant to hurt you. |
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I never meant to make you cry, |
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but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet. |
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Now I would never dis my own mama just to get recognition. |
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Take a second to listen for you think this record is dissin', |
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But put yourself in my position. |
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Just try to envision witnessin' your Mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen, |
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bitchin' that someone's always goin' through her purse and shits missin'. |
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Going through public housing system, victim of Munchausen's syndrome. |
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My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't, |
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til I grew up, now I blew up. |
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It makes you sick to ya stomach, |
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doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, Ma? |
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So you could try to justify the way you treated me, Ma? |
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But guess what, yer gettin' older now and it's cold when you're lonely. |
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An' Nathan's growin' up so quick, he's gonna know that you're phoney. |
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And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful. |
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But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral. |
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See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong, |
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Bitch, do ya song. Keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom. |
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But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get. |
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You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit. |
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Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? |
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Well, guess what, I am dead. Dead to you as can be. |
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I'm sorry, Mama. |
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I never meant to hurt you. |
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I never meant to make you cry, |
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but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet. |
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I'm sorry, Mama. |
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I never meant to hurt you. |
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I never meant to make you cry, |
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but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet. |