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First Verse (J-Dawg):
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Yeah,
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Now meet Amy, shame we can't protect her,
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She's thirteen but well-developed so her Dad sexed her,
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Molested her body as well as her mind,
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Come to find the same shit been goin' on since she was nine,
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Combined with the thoughts if she told he would hurt her,
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Confused, thinkin' the only way to make him stop was murder,
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She heard a, car pull off, Mom's gone to work,
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She raised up her skirt and then prepared for the worst,
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Her Dad burst in without no clothes on smilin',
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The pain of the penis makes it hard to stay silent,
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The same cum that made her, soakin' in the cupboards,
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And Dad keep on tellin' her he do it cuz he love her,
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She put on a front and smiled knowin' that she feel bad,
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Hard to accept abuse comin' from her real Dad,
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She's scarred for life, could've been somebody's wife,
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Instead of Teddy bears, now she's sleepin' with a knife,
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Full of fright, hopin' if she wake the nightmare will be over,
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Scared to death of her Dad, petrified of what he told her,
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"If you ever tell our secret, you and your Moms dyin',
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Then I'll turn the gun on me and take my life and I ain't lyin'",
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So for months it went on, I'm talkin' bout the same segment,
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Dad fuckin' Amy, but now Amy's pregnant,
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It's too much to bear so in the middle of the night,
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To save the life of her Moms, Amy took her own life,
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Caught up in a fucked situation do or die,
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And the only way that she could escape was suicide,
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It's always tragic when innocent blood spills,
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Suicide ain't the way,
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but who's to say what you would do if you could feel what they feel?
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Chorus (Insane):
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Deep down, you'd cry if you could feel it, if you could feel it,
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Deep down, you'd cry if you could feel it, oh Lord
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Second (J-Dawg):
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Now Amy's got a funeral and Mom is wonderin' why,
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Such an innocent kid, such as her Amy had to die,
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Well her life goes on, it seems that Dad never changed,
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Now at Amy's little sister, he was startin' to look strange,
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He would often do and say, certain things he wasn't supposed to,
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Like "Since the death of Amy, you and me we gotta be closer",
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And now another kid's gettin' caught up in the trap,
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And the phrase for the day is "Come and sit on Daddy's lap",
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And he's fondlein' and touchin' her, she steady yellin' "Stop it!",
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Mom burst in, pulled out the four fifth and cocked it,
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"Get your hands up off my daughter" is what she told him as she cried,
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Found the truth up in this letter Amy left before she died,
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She didn't wanna believe, but caught her husband red-handed,
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It don't make sense, don't even try to understand it,
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Moms closed her eyes, pulled the trigger on the steel,
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Didn't really mean to kill,
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But she did, and only if you could feel what she feel
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Chorus
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Bridge One (Insane):
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Amy was down on her knees,
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Beggin' "Daddy please, please",
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Now that Amy's dead and gone,
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Daddy tried that same old song,
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Took her Baby Sister, started playin' with her mind it's shame,
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But Mama came and put an end to all those damned games
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Feel What They Feel
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| Black Menace |
