| I got five sisters, tied to one mother
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| Five different sides to uncover
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| Pick a part of her personality, each
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| And develop whoever you want to be
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| I got five sisters, all in one line
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| Five gifts in all to combine
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| Trace it to the root of our family tree
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| And here’s how each one is unique, listen
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| Sister #1 had it rough
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| And she took the brunt of the punishment, 'cause she was the first of the bunch
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| To an underage mother, who was tough
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| No wonder she’d rush to get married, at barely 16, and very young
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| She’d become the disciplinarian, but
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| The symptoms of the repression she suffered, would bubble over in lust
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| After a couple of marriages go bust
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| She struggles with different daughters who mimicked her, just as mother had done
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| Sister number #2's sad news
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| The first out of four from my mother’s schizophrenic husband #2
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| The rumored most beautiful one of the group
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| In her unending quest for attention, she had a penchant for bad dudes
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| Who ruined her her magic with baggies and booze
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| And would lose the pure magnetism, and attraction that her mother exudes
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| She mentally never grew out of her youth
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| As the master manipulator, of the ladies, she knew —
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| And you can be whoever you want
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| So you can get whatever you need
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| And you can be whoever you want
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| So you can get whatever you need
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| Sister #3 is Geneva
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| In times of war, she’s the center where the rest of them meet up
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| #2 would beat up her self esteem with a stream of grief
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| Saying that she was an overweight underachiever. | 
| and #3'd believe her ---
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| See — as a teen she married a dealer who’d mistreat her
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| Who later OD’d, to leave her with babies to feed
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| In need of a man she can keep, the pattern repeats, there’s talent beneath
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| Her broken mentality keeps her from all things that she dreams of
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| Sister #4 is our noah
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| The spiritual core — the enormous weight of it all — is too much to hold up
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| The only one with no sons or daughters and so she’s focused
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| The last to get married, first to graduate, perfect persona
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| So, opinions matter more — they control her — and that alone is her torture
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| So, fashion forward, it masking her frazzled aura for show
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| But the fact she’s mostly at home alone, and won’t pick the phone
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| Says the difficult role has been choking her growing older
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| Sister #5 is the fighter
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| Though the other 4 would pull out a knife to defend the others with no wind-up
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| If you saying something sly just to slight us
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| #5 will prolly blind you while driving, she’s got the eye of the tiger
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| This lioness’ll ride or die for her pride
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| And she thriving on trying times, she’ll always find a way to survive in a bind
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| She made it a decade, with her guy doing time, and she’s by your side
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| But god forbid, you cross her line, with a forgiveness too high to climb
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| Now, it’s important to observe —
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| That the force of nature that birthed us, made «mother» more than a word
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| There’s so many states of this person, though some distortions occurred
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| That each of us absorbed a portion, in turn, we form into her
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| To secure our places and worth, this cunning runs in our genes
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| So we can change into different faces when it comes to our needs
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| I’ve got 5 sisters, but 6 mothers indeed
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| Cause each one of them was a mother to me
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| And you can be whoever you want
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| So what you get whatever you need
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| And you can be whoever you want
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| So what you get whatever you need
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| These pieces of me are yours, so own them |