Pain

Black boy came out blue yeah but naw I ain't cripping
I should of died on that table but I fought to keep living
There's a purpose for my life yeah I wouldn't make it through this dark day, Robert Gerald Raymond Wilson came In the world in a dark way
I thank the Lord that I lived this life that I did here
Times were rough my memories as a lil black kid here
I grew up fast I had to learn the ways of the streets yeah
Lord let it rain wash away these hurts cause I'm dealing with my

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Little brown baby Ripped from his mothers arms
She fought for me Alcohol set off all alarms
Up for adoption Mama couldn't get me
Beaten to a pulp By a mother that neglected me
I thank the Lord That I lived this life that I did here
Times were rough My memories as a little brown kid here
I grew up fast I had to learn the ways of the streets yeah
Lord let it rain wash away these hurts Cuz I'm dealing with my

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Poor lil White boy Nearly killed before birth Was dying inside of me Lost in my hurt
I had no purpose
Neglected in pain Lost in the drug game Was covered in shame

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