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It don't matter
now, damn near 18.
All the pretty pictures in
my fuckin' head is faded.
And when I think about that
trick that raised me, I think
about sick, because the
bitch is crazy.
Fuck that bitch, nigga,
fuck that pain.
Your body's in a ditch inside
this turned up brain.
I mean, I can't see how you
claim it, you being ma?
Doctors snatched me out the snatch
of pure evil with eagle claws.
Ho, ho, ho, slut, fuck
the way you want it.
Got your young, dumb son
pitching pigeons for money.
I mean, it's colder than the
bitch when it's sunny.
Blows raining down
on the glow.
Got the nerve to tell
me you love me?
I said, again?
Again?
Sell it again?
Bitch, I'm 10.
Let me go outside and function
with friends.
You say you ma?
You mother?
You the father-fucking queen?
I say, all right, I love
her so I flip it again.

No, not this time, bitch,
because I'm stronger than you.
Not this time, bitch, swinging
harder than you.
No, not this time, bitch, you
ain't leave me a choice.
You just a body in a ditch
in the brain of a boy.

All fucked up now,
damn near 18.
All the pictures in my past
ain't never fading.
I'm always wishing for something
amazing, but when
your life is shit then
it ain't no trading.

So put me in your book so you
know what it's like to live a
life not knowing what a
normal life's like.
Put a label on my head so you
know what it's like to live a
life not knowing what a
normal life's like.
Look into my eyes so you
know what it's like.
Look into my eyes so you know
what it's like to live a life
not knowing what a normal
life's like.

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