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Inside your eyes
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Inside your eyes one can see a person's soul
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Inside your eyes
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Three sides of the story to give you a full whole
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Young girl had a baby, babies having babies
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Today a mother, yesterday a young lady
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And even though her peoples taught her right
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These young fellas picked fruit and they got a ripe
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Pick off the tree, pricked by a thorn
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(I'm pregnant)
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Nine months later, child born
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What no one knew is that she planned it (why?)
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To get away from everybody she had already abandoned
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She had problems in her home though
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Can't count on Mama or nobody so she had to get her own dough
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She felt she had to be kept to keep herself in check
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Hooked up with a roughneck, and had sex
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He had a little money, and didn't dress bummy
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That's why she thought she had it made when he blew up her tummy
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But he didn't want to stay, she felt played
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She said ("It's no problem that we can't solve")
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It was a big standoff and her man ran off
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I ran into her the other day and I could tell (I could tell)
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By the look in her eyes, she's was going through hell
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What's up
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I can see the vibe from the look inside your eyes
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(They tell me why)
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I can see the vibe from the look inside your eyes
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(They tell me why, they tell me why) (x2)
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Inside your eyes (Inside your eyes) Inside your eyes
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The girl's mama got a problem too (what's that?)
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Her kid's workin her nerves and the authorities is calling too
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All she knew is she got bills to pay
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She ain't wrong, at some point everybody feels this way
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She can't help but to wonder
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If she did something wrong, or did the ghetto take her under
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Oh what a bummer it's gon' be a long summer
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She's gotta call the plumber cause the pipes are clogged
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This type of life is called struggling
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Her son sees this so he starts hustling, getting his
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In the process, a major layoff in the work place
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Mama came home with a sad face
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Bad luck, no job
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Welfare, oh God
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She prays and crys
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I can tell how she's feeling by the look in her eyes
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(chorus)
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Mama's son found a way out (How?)
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He got some change from that robbery that everybody's talking 'bout (What?)
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But didn't do enough planning
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He bought a gang of clothes and all the rest went gambling
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And oh yeah, he's developed a new habit
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Puffing on that sherm stick, acting like a savage
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Till one day the cops let him have it
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Caught with an automatic pistol and a dove
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He was off to see the judge
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With three strikes in effect
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The threat of a second was enough to put his life in check
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And while his whole family looked at him
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The judge laughed, proceeded to throwing the book at him
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I ran with him so I know the whole story
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I feel for him, it could've been him or me
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I went to visit last weekend
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Maybe he could drop some game on me that I wasn't peeping
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I saw his family there
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His mother started crying cause she saw somebody else cared
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These are the stories of our lives
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A sister, mother, and brother described by the look in their eyes
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(chorus)
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Inside Your Eyes
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