Although I don´t really know how to handle ya,
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I will have nobody kicking no sand in ya.. face
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Not even a trace of bland in ya,
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Teenage and its a trouble understanding ya,
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Ya got plenty of energy and stamina,
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Forgot all the little tricks I tried to cram in ya,
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There´s a bit of ´I Don´t give a damn´ in ya, ha
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And that´s your old man in ya,
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Stand in your way, never or ever abandon ya,
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And on the day people say what they can´t stand in ya,
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Don´t let your ego get out of hand on ya,
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It ain´t a good look when crook-kharma land on ya,
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Balance yourself, bring out the Zinedine Zidane in ya,
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The I will and I can in ya,
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Execute the grand plan in ya,
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I´m your daddy and happy to see the man in ya.
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Might know too much but I´m no soft touch,
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Brought you up, to recognise lies as such,
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I need no crutch, child hood was arduous,
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And if there is a god I´m sure he would pardon us,
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Must be working hard in us,
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Not to harden us, ha.
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10 That you really wanna be,
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20 Exactly what you see´s on telly,
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11 You can´t tell him any-thing that he don´t know already,
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12 They get together steady, explore the 1st keeping up with the many,
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13 None of them are ready, living on old raised broke not a penny,
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14 Baby in the belly, She´s all done a runner another no daddy,
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15 Nanny and she loves it dearly, head strong proving all along but wary,
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16 Scale we were quite contrary,
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This is how the garden grows.
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This is how the garden grows.
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Children ya still own the power,
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To turn this into your finest hour,
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Now a young ma-mum that mistake can make a contribution why dont we wait and see...
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Give back the mothers their dignity,
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And the fathers who roam free a lesson in humility,
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This society needs to learn empathy.
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It happened to you, it could happen to me (x4)
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Birds and bees without flowers...
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Girls be strong, boys don´t cower...
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Stand by your seat, scream and shower...
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Oh how the sweet can turn sour...
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Birds and bees without flowers...
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Girls be strong, boys don´t cower
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Stand by your seat, scream and shower...
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Oh how the sweet can turn sour...
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The Man In You
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