[1st Verse:]
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See I done been discriminated against
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Talked about by my friends
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Played a fool by women
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And had a daddy with no feelings
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I lived in ghettos with my momma
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Used the stove to heat our water
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and had to share clothes with my brothers
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Three of us one bed one cover oh
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[Chorus:]
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And those were the happiest days of my lyfe
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If it aint rough it aint right
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Street lights are coming on
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Better get home, better get home
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Those were the happiest days of my lyfe
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If it aint rough it aint right
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While we're reminiscing Christopher Reeves
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you're still Superman to me
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[2nd Verse:]
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See I done been mistreated and discouraged
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felt like I was worthless
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Lonely scared and nervous
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In a world without no purpose
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Cried out to God I didn't deserve this
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But he said in time I would
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See it's the bad times that make the good times feel so good
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[Chorus/Rap:]
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Yo I done changed dirty diapers
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Cooked food with lighters
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Shot so much game chicks nicknamed me sniper
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Famous ghostwriter
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Bank account retired
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too many zeros
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poppy still illegal
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Chain look like nickels mixed with icicles
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Stretching from the neck area to the genitals
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I got a parrot on my shoulder that talk for me
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And he don't say shit but nigga back off of me
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Yea I'm a hood nigga
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But I'm still a good nigga
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Bought a couple kids new bikes, Just cause I could nigga
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And I aint one who be lookin for thanks
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I just ball cause I like the Yanks
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My Life
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Lyfe Jennings |