I knew this kid named Alberto
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Funny style cat
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And his girl looked like a turtle
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Not Lisa Turtle, just a turtle
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High school track
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He ran the hurdle
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His peers shed tears senior year when he got murdered
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Now Alberto was your average A student
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Participated in class,
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Never came late
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And never truant
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His family was picture perfect
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His older sister was prom queen
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His dad a decorated vet from the Vietnam team
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His mother was Dear Abby,
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An ordinary house wife
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Like clockwork, always had dinner on the table at 5
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But Alberto had a monster he kept under his bed
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Instead of letting it out,
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He just got a girlfriend instead
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She knew something was funny
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Shecould tell by his behavior
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Or the way he flamboyantly shook his hand
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When he would wave to her
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She thought nothing of it
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And just shoved it in the closet
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Until the day that word dripped out like leaky faucet
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Alberto was homosexual
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I ain't have nothing against it
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But little Ronnie Johnson and all his football player friends did
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They'd always pick and nag
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Call him "fag" and such and such
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And couldn't wait to get to gym so they could really bust his nuts
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The gym teacher never cared
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He'd just join in on the action
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He'd make silly gestures
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And compared him to Micheal Jackson
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Alberto couldn't take it
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He'd just stop showing up and whenever he walked them halls
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He just felt like throwin' up
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And night he would cry and cry and ask "God why?"
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Like "God, why the fuck'd I have to be born this way?"
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God would reply, "Son, you've gotta show 'em you're more than gay"
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Cause he had dreams to be a track star
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Until that warm April night
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Them gay jokes went way too far
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Ronnie begged for his forgiveness
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And invited him to a party
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Cause his parents went away
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And left him plenty of Bacardi
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Alberto kindly accepted
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He was finally accepted
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Except it was all deception
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And left them all unprotected
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It was a plan Ronnie had scammed
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To get him in the right place
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Verbally degrade and rearrange his pretty face
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The plan would go swiftly
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They started calling him sissy
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One punch turned into fifty
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They beat him till he was dizzy
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Now Alberto lie in blood
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While his peers look on in fear
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He took his last breath
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And passed away his senior year
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Needless to say
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It was one big tragedy
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And how was Ronnie gonna explain to his family,
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While they were on vacation taking in sights
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He got wasted and killed a kid that night
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Don't be a slave and behave the way they do,
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Just utilize the gifts that God gave you [x4]
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I knew this girl named Maria
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Bright and talented
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With aspirations to be a
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Big superstar
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What a great idea
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Until she fell off and started to listening to her peers
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Oh dear!
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Now Maria was your typical obnoxious
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Analytical head strong rebel
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Flippin' off the principal
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Single mother home structure
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She looked after baby brother
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While mom worked two jobs
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Just to buy supper
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Pops was a struggling musician
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Troubled man,
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Juggling family and heroin addiction
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He overdosed and left a notice of eviction
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And a crate of records on the table in the kitchen
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And a little angel with a keen sense of sound
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Who saw silence in the records she found
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And she would stay up late at night
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Reciting songs to herself
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Under pale moonlight
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Righting wrongs that her pops made,
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Promised her mom she'd never go that same route
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Turns out
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Carrie Anne had other plans
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Her and her man Ronnie most popular,
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Second best to nobody
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Homecoming queen versus ugly duckling
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And the story ends the same way
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Ok, Ronnie's parents went away for a couple of days
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And told him "No Drinking"
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What the fuck were they thinking?
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Maria was oblivious that her boyfriend had already been invited
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So when Carrie Anne asked
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She got all excited
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Like "damn now I got something to look forward to"
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Or so she thought
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Maria kindly accepted,
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Except it was all bullshit
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Not pay attention,
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Carrie Anne hated Maria cause she could sing
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So she scored a bag of heroin
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But the craziest thing was
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Maria never touched drugs, she did that night
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And when her man was getting beat
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She was nowhere in si |