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Cry baby. Cry. You ain't gotta wipe your eyes. ohh |
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Music heals the soul. Momma I love you. I know I ain't been the best son |
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[Verse One] |
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1977 |
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Out of the heavens it did rain |
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Pamala Christine will endure, through the pain |
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Barely 17, no big plans or wedding rings |
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She was still in high school, ditchin' class, nahmean? |
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She was not a fiend but she smoke |
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Not a dream or a hope |
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Alex would have stayed but Alex ass strayed |
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Still she was knocked up, Alex got locked up |
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Would have took binoculars to find where baby papa was |
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Still the object of the story is the shorty with a shortie in her stomach |
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Pamela was confronted, will you keep this here a secret? |
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Could you raise it? Could you keep it? |
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Saddest part, this is deja vu got her thinkin' |
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1976 |
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If the baby wasn't aborted |
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It's be the second little Corey |
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And I know she can't afford it, she a youngin' in the mix |
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Barely fill her own tummy, tell me how it come to this? |
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[Chorus] |
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I heard Pamela got a baby |
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The woman got to feel the pain |
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A damn shame, the child barely 17 |
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No more goals, no more dreams for her foolery |
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It left dear momma weak |
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What will it do to me? |
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Pam's got a baby |
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Someone's got to feel the pain |
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A damn shame, the child barely 17 |
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No more goals, no more dreams for her foolery |
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It left dear momma weak |
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What will it do to me? |
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[Verse Two] |
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Who know 'bout hunger pains? |
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Suffer with baby sisters |
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How many have you lost? |
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Audrey and B. I miss ya |
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Corey can never floss |
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Hand-me-down torn skimpies |
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Livin' with auntie, "Is momma comin'?" it's sorta iffy |
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Daddy was never there |
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I used to box with Billy |
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Streets of Newbury raised me and I love my city |
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Came from a broken home |
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Folks smokin' marijuana |
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Sniffin' them lines, I wrote rhymes on Park & Howard corner |
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Felt like parent's disowned us |
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Spock and me used to roam |
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Across the city, low pockets, lookin' for room and home |
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You niggas deep into dinners, I said to each his own |
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I got a head on my shoulders and plus this microphone |
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Grew up with nothin', we made somethin' on them holidays |
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For kicked out of school made momma a lot less proud of A's |
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Nicky, baby bro, look I apologize |
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Just thought you could see daddy within your brother's eyes |
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Little knucklehead, wet the bed, many fears |
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Got to 18 alive on my momma sweatin' tears |
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And I'm here |
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Still crazy |
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Secrets revealed, wish I kept it concealed |
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Cry baby |
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[Chorus] |
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I heard Pamela got a baby |
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The woman got to feel the pain |
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A damn shame, the child barely 17 |
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No more goals, no more dreams for her foolery |
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It left dear momma weak |
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What will it do to me? |
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Pam's got a baby |
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Someone's got to feel the pain |
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A damn shame, the child barely 17 |
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No more goals, no more dreams for her foolery |
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It left dear momma weak |
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What will it do to me? |
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[Verse Three] |
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Young teen |
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If daddy dies of A.I.D.S. don't you cry baby |
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Rat and roaches infested but we'll get by baby |
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Slept on that pull out so many nights had my eyes lazy |
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Little brats on the streets, fixin' to die maybe |
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Don't want my boys comin' over, she gettin' high daily |
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I coulda tried harder, to help you get by momma |
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I now see how you lost your life due to my father |
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Accept my deepest regrets, I showed you disrespect |
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Couldn't take all that yellin', I had pride to protect |
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I love you Pamela |
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I love you Trevor too |
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Scars and scrapes, ups and downs understandable |
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If you was me as a child I couldn't handle you |
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But you was givin' at gifts, see struggle and persist |
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See trouble, can't resist |
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I'm changin' my ways, new books is in this music |
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But I'm aimin' for A's |
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Nowadays even cowards spray, all I do is pray |
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I'm cool to walk in your light |
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Just help me find my way |
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And I'm here, still crazy |
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Secrets revealed |
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Wish I kept 'em concealed |
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Cry baby |
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Cry baby |
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Cry |
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[Chorus] |
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I heard Pamela got a baby |
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The woman got to feel the pain |
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A damn shame, the child barely 17 |
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No more goals, no more dreams for her foolery |
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It left dear momma weak |
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What will it do to me? |
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Pam's got a baby |
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Someone's got to feel the pain |
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A damn shame, the child barely 17 |
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No more goals, no more dreams for her foolery |
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It left dear momma weak |
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What will it do to me? |