Tom: D major•
Intro 1
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I know this ain't life, man.
Verse 1
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I know I ain't here just for this,
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man.
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There's gotta be a better way, man.
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There's gotta be.
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Same one mother looks into
a newborn's eyes
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While thanking God for the gift the spirit
another mother is crying
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She just watched it like she brought a new world,
painfully dying
While the other mother
holds her baby close to her breast
Other mother question God cause
she coping with death
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Heart heavy, soul hollow,
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hope came in and left
A woman once filled with joy,
screams they killed my boy
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Something that the other mother
hopes to avoid
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Living with a sense of loneliness,
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she feeling the void
what a beautiful thing
Momma's only 17,
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didn't consider her dreams
her moms was a faint
No unity inside her family,
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amongst other things
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While her other mother
dropped to her knees to scream
With her face to the sky,
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We gonna make it out one day
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There's gotta be a better way
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Don't understand the pain I feel
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My heart's a hill, this life so real
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We gonna make it out one day
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There's gotta be a better way
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Don't understand the pain I feel,
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but my heart's a hill, this life's so real
Kids home, crying,
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Mom steady crying, stomach aching,
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cause she's famished
even though she know it's cancer
That's life and it's half of it,
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she living for the day
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You can count her stresses
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from her head full of grays
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Her heart aching, shaking
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as she wipe her tears away
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As she pray, provide a meal a day,
Lord my baby bottle empty
You can feel it halfway
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Life's real, mother's strugglin',
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kids sufferin'
A lot of fathers in jail,
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they handcuffed him
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For intent to sell a white substance
To provide a meal
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for his wife and her sucklings
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but still some are judging
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of a fool like Dave Ruffin
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I thought somehow, someway
We supposed to make it out this bitch
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This still can't be like this, can't be right
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We gonna make it out one day
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There's gotta be a better way
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Don't understand the pain I feel
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My heart's a hill, this life's so real
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We gonna make it out one day
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It's gotta be a better way
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Don't understand the pain I feel
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My heart's a hill, this life's so real
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Lord knows that I thank
Him every day that I rise
Though at times scared to open
my eyes
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I'm wondering if this a new day
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Or did my wish for death come alive
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Hoping the gates open and I go inside
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I'm pissed off that the sun still shine
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Maybe tomorrow, he'll call in due time
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As I try to wait, light my cigarette,
inhale my grave
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Take the smoke up through my nose
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to help me shorten my days
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The newspaper front page read 9 -11
Hope the victims try finding heaven,
damn
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As the world still turns,
my cigarette burn
Put my ashes in my urn,
still waiting my turn
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Not knowing what's in front of me,
too busy looking behind
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Searching for something,
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not knowing what I'm searching to find
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My nigga in the same boat,
blind, leading the blind
I owe you for money,
he's starving,
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I'll just feed him with mine
In due time
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We gonna make it out one day
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There's gotta be a better way
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Don't understand the pain I feel
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My heart's a hill, this life's so real
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We gonna make it out one day
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There's gotta be a better way
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Don't understand the pain I feel
My heart's a hill,
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this life's so real
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Spanked, Spanked, yuh yuh
Outro 1
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