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Supreme talks about his baby's mother like a whore. |
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Sweet 16 she is, |
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with future uncertain, |
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love incomplete. |
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Soapy days for Jr. and she. |
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At 3, Supreme comes to give his boy a pat and a pound, |
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put his hoodie on the couch, |
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his Timberlands up on the coach |
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so his ***** can bring him a beer. |
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' So, this is the Nuclear family? |
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Mommy, baby... and |
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Daddy makes a mess of his baby's mother's hair as they **** |
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'til her mother comes in from work. |
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She's playing house, |
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he's playing man |
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and Jr. is the only one who accepts he's just a child. |
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Wild nights she had with a swish of her stuff, |
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knocked up to a waddle, |
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a baby carriage bustle |
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and still gets her play. |
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But her dream is true romance... |
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well sorta |
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Everyday from 3 to 6. |
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Supreme leaves out before Mommy comes kick his lazy narrow behind back onto the street. |
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He's not a corner boy. |
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The bodega in the 40's is midblock where bullets flock, |
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no names engraved and he may be next. |
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*****elded by the patron saint of the brothers. |
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Being there is all there is. |
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Living lovely without turning the corner, |
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reaching for a swig brings sweat to his brow and *****t to his mouth, |
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dispelling knowledge on the stuffs, |
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the pleasing things the baby's mother do, |
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dousing the sidewalk with wretch of a boy/man, |
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breaking Friday night to seek manhood in a paper bag. |
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Says, "Fatherhood is real cool |
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and the kid looks like me so she better not let nothing happen to him or I'm a gonna kill the *****." |
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Sudden twitch to the roll of the wheel, |
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trained steel stained blue puts |
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punk on the wall for some trumped up call from precinct 101. |
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Monday at 3, |
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the baby's mother waits, |
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Jr. in her arms, patiently at the door, |
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doesn't know what she misses. |
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Locked into the routine, |
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a project queen. |
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Supreme rode off into the sunset with a 3 to 6 all his own. |
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Took a week for her to find out, |
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a minute to promise devotion, |
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her life on hold as Supreme calls checking on his boy |
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(and the baby's mother). |
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Life on the outside ain't even worth it. |
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*****t. |
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Who screwed whom? |
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There's not enough room in the pen for them both to stay locked into their little worlds they will. |
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Leather gear, X skullie, Size 2 Docs. |
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Man, Jr.'s the fliest *****t in nursery care. |
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Paid for by W.I.C. |
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so who's getting ****ed? |
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Who reigns supreme? |
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Who reigns supreme? |