My Father died when I was ten
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But Mother never spent much time with him
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'Cause Papa was a rollin' stone
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He left eight girls and three boys
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Mama said, "Just trust in the Lord
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And follow His Golden Rule"
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Now I'm a professional
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The girls are all doing wonderful
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We fought our way from poverty
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Bought Mom a house on the hill
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So she could have a better place to live
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Pay back for the life she's given me
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[Bridge]
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Some people in the neighborhood
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Say that we think we're too good
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'Cause we found a better way
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They say that we sold out
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From the ghetto we got out
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Why people - do you treat us this way?
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[Chorus]
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We're just like -
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Crabs in a Barrel - we're the same
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Try to get out - they pull you back again
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Like crabs in a barrel - hear what I say
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It's dog eat dog -
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Gotta know how to play the game
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There's a child prodigy, gifted from infancy
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Greatness was his destiny
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He studied hard, played no ball
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At seven years played Carnegie Hall,
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Broadway and over seas
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He read about black history
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Find out from which he came to be -
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Not long ago his people were set free
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Every night he would pray
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Thank God for another day
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And for bringing us out of misery
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[Bridge]
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[Chorus X3]
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[Bridge]
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[Chorus]
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Crabs In A Barrel
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Kool & The Gang |