| Black cluds hangin over my head
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| Rain coming down makes me feel like I’m dead
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| Looking at the children on the playground
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| And all the drug dealers hanging around
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| Little boy with a gun in his hand,
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| Think it’s going to make him a man
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| Then he shoots a little girl
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| For pulling on his hair
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| Tell you what life ain’t no fucking county fair
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| I’ve seen the things you’ve been through
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| And I know what you can do Can you, can you tell me Can, Can you tell me Can you tell me what is going on See the boys running the street
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| He’s got trash at his feet
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| But he’s trying to stay neet
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| Ak47 sitting in his hand
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| Think it’s going to make him be the man
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| Drug dealing and pimpin is all he’s about
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| Tell you what the situation
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| Make me wanna shout
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| Come on people let me hanging all out
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| Tell you what is really about
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| I’ve seen the things you’ve been through
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| And I know what you can do Can you, can you tell me Can, Can you tell me Can you tell me what is going on
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| I’ve seen the things you’ve been through
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| And I know what you can do Cna you, can you tell
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| Can, Can you tell me Can you tell me what the fuck is going on
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| I… I see you
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| See right through you
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| See right through you
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| See right through you
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| Oh Oh Little girl walking the street
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| She’s got blood on her feet
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| But she’s trying to stay neet
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| Looking at the boys on the other side
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| Wanna get whit them take a ride
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| Don’t do it, don’t even think about
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| They’ll even make you wanna doubt
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| All the things that you ever were
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| Take you out and sell like meat
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| I’ve seen the things you’ve been through
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| And I know what you can do Can you, can you tell me Can, Can you tell me Can you tell me what is going on
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| I… I see you
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| See right through you
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| See right through you
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| See right through you |