[speaking]
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1.2.1.2
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[Chorus:]
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I was stabbed by satan, on the day that I was born,
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I was promised loving, but instead I was torn,
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La la la, la la la, my heart bled fear,
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La la la, la la la, I shed tears.
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[Verse 1:]
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A poor black ghetto child,
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He can't shoot and he can't go run them out,
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There's no school and the kids go runnin wild,
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The police and the court wanna run them out,
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He's so cold, and the po po hate em all,
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He ain't seen his daddy since back in '84,
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But oh well so it be, now hes in jail,
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His mothers stressin just to get him out on bail,
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Now sing it out.
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2:]
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And so the story goes on, There's no glory in the war he takes a tote on
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His own body, but his buddies wouldn't of rolled on,
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So bloody when the car comes to a stop,
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The police with the big glocks, will em out
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They say freeze but there's only one comin out,
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There's 2 dead with a legal gun to his head,
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It's stupid, should of played ball instead,
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Let's sing it out.
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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So one day, when it's all said and done,
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My life will be the bluest rap song ever sung,
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My verses will be curses to the rich and all sorts of authority will cease to exist,
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My daughters will be free of wars in my honor your fist,
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Will raise in the air, in the silence of revolution, my face will appear,
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Like the vision of a prisoner with his last beer,
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This song is a poem and the whole poem is a tear,
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Dropped in your ear.
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[Chorus]
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[Chorus: with ad libs]
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[talking]
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So why do kids cry when there born,
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Ever ask yourself that, I mean there's no scientific reason explanin that
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Well it is said satan stabs a child at birth, as an introduction to pain,
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Y'know, welcome to the world right.
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I Was Stabbed By Satan
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| K'naan |
