This is for the one who helped bring me on this earth, shut me out since birth, take ya for what ya worth. A f**k up is what I think of first. Always tried ta corrupt my mind. Nevertheless I turned out fine. How come ... how come you never had the time!! No, its never easy. She always tried to please me. On your death bed, and ya finally wanna see me. Mama didn't raise a fool, f**ked up in skool, beat me black and blue, and where the f**k were you?

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Beat ya like a drum. Ta show ya where I'm from. Beat ya like a motherf**kin drum. Ta show ya where I come from. Straight from the E-town concrete!

Don't give a shit. Tired of keeping it in. Right bout now I need a friend. Someone to help me deal wit it all. Someone to build me high as the sky, hear my cries. I can't go on just slipping by. Who can understand? You wouldn't understand. Mom gets beat by a grown man. Get wasted. My hatred!

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Beat ya like a drum. Ta show ya where I'm from. Beat ya like a motherf**kin drum. Ta show ya where I come from. Straight from the E-town concrete!

Where the f**k did you come from, and what're you talking bout now? Suburban punk trying ta play the role, in love with something you don't know the first thing about. Street education from a movie. Wake up mothaf**ka, you can't move me