Tonalité : D minor•
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Verse 1
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Me against the world,
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trust it's no party
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'Cause all that glitters ain't gold
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Been down them lonely roads
where the nights get cold
When we was kids we used to say
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"Oh the places we'll go
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Oh the places we'll go
We'll go so many places"
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Could it be the world's grown
colder? (So cold)
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Maybe I'm a losing soul
(Well maybe I can't win)
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The more I try,
it just gets harder (So hard)
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And my pain is getting old
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Somebody said that nothing lasts forever
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Just the storm so I've been told
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But it seems that when it rains,
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it pours
What becomes of a born loser?
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I used to believe I was conceived
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to be king
Mommy was a drug user
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Daddy died young, as a son I have seen
Many nights where he abused her
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He was just a teen,
and she was just a teen
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When I was brought into their life hula
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Hoop of deceit and lies
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My poor bleeding eyes
Used to watch Nikki on the scooter
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A daughter with no father
may never realize
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A man's touch,
a man's trust, scrutinized
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You either treat her like your
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queen or your bitch, right?
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It used to light up my life until the bills weren't paid,
and day became night
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'Zay became like my big brother
He would hand me down 'nough hand- me- downs,
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get me through a few summers
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Daddy didn't preach good loving
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Just about the time Momma
had me in the oven
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I was something in the making
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Praising Momma raised a boy through
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the dramas of a Papa's leaving
I'm a believer in Karma
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So when Daddy died of AIDS,
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complicated days of a young and
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Coming of age, I'm in a daze
Let me cut straight through the chase
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I lived it, no twistin' it
Christmas was gifts from
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the gov'ment
Watching my Momma plummet
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Baby boo in her stomach, womb
By the stove in the winters
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Heart cold in the summers, summers
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Couldn't fight the belly rumbles
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Humble beginnings were mine
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Family lying, uncle dying
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Time and time again head
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to that Welfare line
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A ladder to climb through hard times
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Momma got the lupus in her bones
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Roof is caving in like the
upper support's gone
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Move to the South,
still Massachusetts home
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So through the sunshine,
the heart is a cold zone
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Harder to pen storms
through wind storms
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When Com. Sense said Borrow a Dollar,
economy was strong
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Now we try to borrow
tomorrow to get from
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Yesterday's somber with limited income
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Outcome: We out
of luck and some
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Hence I'm living from buck- to- buck
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Fuck what Clinton, Bush,
and Obama do
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Politicians got us in the hole I
just can't fit my Momma through
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It's possible to do impossible,
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but by pursuit of proper route
Obstacles, keep writing
and cock and shoot
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"who got the loot" like Notorious B.I.,
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Chose another brother now I'm victorious,
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see why?
Outro 1
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AccordsGm Dm F
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Capo: 5
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