[Joey as Derrick]
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My names Derrick, I'm from Queens right there on Merrick
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Raised of honesty, loyalty, good merits
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Gotta lil sister and my pops just perished
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And I just came home so my freedom I really cherish
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Young when they bagged me, seven in the can is torcher
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And I just did that for manslaughter
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Odds was against me, murder in the second degree
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Made it less cuz I gave 'em a plea
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That's the past, now a dude home tryna clean up his past
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When all niggaz kno me for is the past
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And my minds always thinking how to pocket some cash
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They know if something ever sparked it'll cock it and blast
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Now I'm tryna live straight and get my act together
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But my moms struggling, she putting scraps together
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Long time ago, when I wasn't home she was cleaning my room
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Cried when she found a gat in the dresser
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Said no child of hers woulda had dat, never!!!
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But with all the dirt I was doing
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I felt like I hadda protect her, I hadda protect us
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Stead of me sellin crack forever
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She rather be ina shop right, getting bags together
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Passing endeavors, wont allow me to get work
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Forced me to get work
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On apps they ask if you ever been to jail, like if I say yes you'll hire me
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NIGGA DON'T LIE TO ME!!!
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I gotta lil sister that's nine
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Plus moms is chillin, wit some new dude I think she feeling
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But he don't help with the bills and I'm back on the script
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So we don't go broke, I'm back to this hammer that I hafta tote
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Stash ya kno, I'm killin em, only nigga on the Ave. with coke
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Only man in the house, I gotta bring in cash
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And those two chicks a month that mom get don't last
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Lil Sally still young she developing fast
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Oh, you thinking the same thing, it's a hell of a task
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Then it clicked me, plain close, cops came to get me
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But knew that I had mine on threaten to hit me
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And I moved swiftly, said they had a warrant
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They knew about it all they said they had an informant
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I'm back in this caged up cell
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With the apes in jail, now I'm back in this eight by twelve
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See I tried to live right
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But society ain't made for niggaz to live right
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Mommy just write
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Mommy make sure Sally keep her shit tight
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And I'll be home real soon, don't cry, it's iight
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[Chorus]
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I know it might seem like it's all good
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But this is what it's like in the hood
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I rep my set like you should
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But this is what it's like in the hood
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[repeat]
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[Joey as Sally]
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My names Sally, and I'm from Queens I'm not happy
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Dad pasted away, moms remarried
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I gotta big bro, but he's in jail
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Moms said for some things that he used to sell
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And I'm always with step-dad, his names Beau
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And theres some things about him that my mom don't kno
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And he says if I tell that it won't be pretty
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And I'm really scared of em, he's already hit me
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He touches me places I don't like it
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And I ain't talking bout a hug or goodbye kiss
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I mean touch me places that's private
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And he don't just touch he put summin inside it
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He says the more he does that, I'll start to like it
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Hand over my mouth so I'm quiet
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Moms only wit 'em cuz our money is low
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I'm sixteen but I'm shaped like a twenty year old
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And my moms in love so she makes excuses
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But she looks at me and sees scrapes and bruises
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Why step daddy gotta take me thru this
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Help, somebody, I'm getting raped I cant do this
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Nobody understands I'm weary
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Get goosebumps anytime a man come near me
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Know how it feel to have a man use you for a cushion
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All the while moaning and pushin
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You try to push him, he's getting bothered
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You yell and you scream but he starts going harder
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Trust me, it's summin you don't wanna be apart of
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Cuz even when it's over, your life, it'll scare ya
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Visit my bro, he can tell I'm sad
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Staring hard at my stomach he can tell I'm fat
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He can tell I'm mad
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But step daddy touched me, fucked me, you think that I can tell him that?
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Beau called the cops on him, could I tell him that?
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Yep, thought you'd agree so I keep it all to me
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Baby on the way, and I'm not working
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And I kno it's his cause I used to be a virgin
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Derrick says he'll handle it, wipe my tears
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He don't know, this is what it's like for years
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And i |