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"U-N-I-Verse The World" (2003)

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its easier to take ya life, but i know you dont want-to//
cause u gotta son, and the memory of the father haunts-you//
taunts you, thats why you have trouble trustin' males//
and why u were on-the-corner, husslin' for some-sales//
on a path destined to fail, just tryin' to pass-the-time//
clothes dirty, people thinkin' u nuthin' cause u lack-design//
stashing-dymes, hoping you can sell-em to feed ya baby//
hoping to put him on the right-path, but god-damn these streets-is-crazy//
even the government thinkin' u lazy, cuz u need the help of welfare//
but it aint even enuff money to eat, its just used up on medical-care//
life doesn't seem fair, does it? wen u cant even make a budget//
under the guns-muzzle, just tryin not to show ya son-struggle//
cause you love em, but you need a husband not to show-fear//
so u can stop working dead-end jobs that are taking you nowhere//
sh!ts so weird, theres so many people filthy rich, but aint-dirty//
it's really the poor families in dirt, who are working late and hurting//
but you've gotten through the pain, making sure that ya son was-raised//
yet you still havn't grown-up ya'self...so every night he prays//
utterly hopin' in-fact, that his mom would clean-up her-act//
but gets ignored in favour of crack, all he see's is her-back//
there's no reason for that, but all that matters to her is short-term//
the roles are reversed, now the son has to support-her//
even though he cant afford to, & his adolescense aint done-yet//
he realizes his mom used to look out the window at the son-set//
she definitely a stubborn-bytch, cuz drugs was makin' her lovin-it//
now the son supports the habit wit "free-money" from the government//
even though he wants none-of-it, he doesn't have-a-choice//
cuz his environment tells society that he doesn't have-a-voice//
and he's still just a boy, but is forever forced to be a man//
no surprise...he's known this since birth after his father ran//
not having a plan, confused, kinda like tryin' to read-a-stutter//
comes home everyday, and almost forced to spoon-feed his mother//
but he reads and grows smarter, his own expectations are raisin'//
so he doesn't fukk with drugs, he uses music instead of fadin'//
and its amazing, all of a sudden his whole point-of-view is changing//
even though he didnt wanna trade-em, but in reality, Hip-Hop saved-em//
and even paved the way for his future, fukk if he was a late-bloomer//
cause he's a man now, and his mom's even a straight-shooter//
no longer a cocaine-user, no longer as light as a feather//
it seems they're gonna make it, they've got their life together//
its a beautiful thing, mom, we've been through thick-and-thin too//
but i havn't felt this safe since i was a kid within' you//
so I thank-you, for all of life's lessons and giving me life//
cause now i realize the struggle was your way of giving-advice//
you were always right, so in the end, it was worth-it-gurl//
so take comfort in my name...its U-N-I verse the world......



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