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Once upon a time in an apartment home |
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Lived a little girl with a heart of stone |
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'Cause part of her heart was partly gone |
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Rarely seen and hardly known |
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Treated like a mat on a boxing ring |
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Blood drop stains on the twin box springs |
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Daddy came to visit it's not a dream |
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She thought to herself what is happenin' |
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Above her head is a crucifix |
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But lucifer loosens up his wrist |
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Lays her down with an open fist |
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And all that was left was hopelessness |
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Little girl where's your lovin' mother |
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Under the covers under the covers |
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Little girl what have you discovered |
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She stuttered |
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Growin' up in the gutter no more fairytales |
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And so no place like hell no place like home |
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Growin' up in the gutter black and white in a frame |
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There we are safe and sound stray guns no aim yea |
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Growin' up in the gutter |
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And you ain't gotta be from the projects |
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To deal with this nonsense rittz |
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'Cause even in suburbia somebody will murder ya |
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Over nothin' leave your body slumpin' |
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In the parking lot of your complex |
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Violence is a hard pill to swallow and digest |
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My town is full of drug dealers |
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Most of them get shot in the process |
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Hustlin' and stackin' up profits |
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They robbin' motherf**kers like they havin' a contest |
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Shit he took a bi*ch to his apartment to brag |
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A week later he tied up on the carpet and gagged |
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'Cause he showed her all the pills he had for sale |
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For the low |
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She told her cousin |
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Then her cousin grabbed a glock and a mask |
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Kicked in his door laid him down |
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Then he shot him and dashed |
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Ran off with all that he had |
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He used to be ballin' now he got a colostomy bag |
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What you know about that |
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Middle class white bitch slangin' her body for crack |
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Mexican drug cartels you hear the buck shot shells |
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And then the blood clot fails there ain't no healin' the wounds |
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Biggest meth bust on the east coast right here in duluth |
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My lyrics are proof of growin' up in the gutter |
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You think you can define how hard you got it |
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By what neighborhood you live in motherf**ker |
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Wake up in the gutter |
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No more fairytales |
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And so no place like hell no place like home |
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Growin' up in the gutter black and white in a frame |
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There we are safe and sound stray guns no aim yea |
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Growin' up in the gutter |
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Slumerican indeed I am |
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Drug through the mud like a weed what I am |
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Was child who was beat I am |
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Leather belts that made me I am |
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Home alone again at 8 I am |
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Somebody's life to rate I am |
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Given to the beast by fate I am |
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The one who did escape I am |
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A voice for the cold in the dark I am |
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The one who sold his heart I am |
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From a family torn apart I am |
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A target for your dart I am |
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Sick again from the whips I am |
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Head to the gun and click I am |
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A soul that don't run from shit I am |
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Exposed to the goats of sin I am |
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Met a ghost and he said I am |
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In the basement in red I am |
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Dead cause the ouija board said |
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I am |
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Growin' up in the gutter no more fairytales |
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And so no place like hell no place like home |
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Growin' up in the gutter black and white in a frame |
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There we are safe and sound stray guns no aim yea |
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Growin' up in the gutter |