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A CHILD IS BORN WITH NO STATE OF MIND
BLIND TO THE WAYS OF MANKIND
GOD IS SMILING ON YOU, BUT HE'S FROWNING TOO
BECAUSE ONLY GOD KNOWS WHAT YOU'LL GO THROUGH
YOU'LL GROW IN THE GHETTO LIVING SECOND-RATE
AND YOUR EYES WILL SING A SONG CALLED DEEP HATE
THE PLACES YOU PLAY AND WHERE YOU STAY
LOOKS LIKE ONE GREAT BIG ALLEYWAY
YOU'LL ADMIRE ALL THE NUMBER-BOOK TAKERS
THUGS, PIMPS AND PUSHERS AND THE BIG MONEY-MAKERS
DRIVING BIG CARS, SPENDING TWENTIES AND TENS
AND YOU'LL WANNA GROW UP TO BE JUST LIKE THEM, HUH
SMUGGLERS, SCRAMBLERS, BURGLARS, GAMBLERS
PICKPOCKET PEDDLERS, EVEN PANHANDLERS
YOU SAY "I'M COOL, HUH, I'M NO FOOL."
BUT THEN YOU WIND UP DROPPING OUTTA HIGH SCHOOL
NOW YOU'RE UNEMPLOYED, ALL NULL AND VOID
WALKING 'ROUND LIKE YOU'RE PRETTY BOY FLOYD
TURNED STICK-UP KID, BUT LOOK WHAT YOU DONE DID
GOT SENT UP FOR A EIGHT-YEAR BID
NOW YOUR MANHOOD IS TOOK AND YOU'RE A MAYTAG
SPEND THE NEXT TWO YEARS AS A UNDERCOVER FAG
BEING USED AND ABUSED TO SERVE LIKE HELL
'TIL ONE DAY YOU WAS FOUND HUNG DEAD IN THE CELL
IT WAS PLAIN TO SEE THAT YOUR LIFE WAS LOST
YOU WAS COLD AND YOUR BODY SWUNG BACK AND FORTH
BUT NOW YOUR EYES SING THE SAD, SAD SONG
OF HOW YOU LIVED SO FAST AND DIED SO YOUNG, SO...
