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I'm just a-reapin'the rotten harvest I have sownI beseech youdon't judge me by my produceThe air was gettin' warmI went outside to plant some cornWhen I got outside I felt the heat'thought 'what the hell' I'll plant some wheatThen came the rainso I went inside to rest my brain.Then came the droughtand dried the water all right outAnd I fell upon my knees and prayedto a god, that I didn't believe inAnd wouldn't you know it?Nothin' happened!And I found myself a baby birdwith a broken wingAnd I nursed him back to an aerial conditionand he taught me how to singand we were friendsand we took a walkdown to the alter placeof the pagan god, MolochAnd I sacrificed the only friendI've ever knownLetras de cancionesBut my crops were plentifulso I grew fatand died alone..Now,I'm fat and dead and lonelyand I owe myself an apologyLike the oneI owe my friends and family...If you're from the Midwestand you think you wanna give the worldyour best shotDon't go to New YorkIt makes you poorIt kills your soulGo to a small townHold your groundcuz the end of the world is goin' downI ain't fuckin' aroundI ain't fuckin' aroundDON'T FORGET YOUR HELMET!!I was born in Long Beach, CaliforniaSnoop Dogg was my illegitimate fatherThe next door neighbor's dog had one eyeI lived in a duplexshat myself when I was ten months old...We moved to SeattleAnd I went to school.On the very first daythe Principal came to get me out of classfor being unrulyand I ran away....Called my mom to pick me upI saw her fromthe playground structureand I ran away...And that's when all the facts get blurry...Somehow got to DetroitGot myself a carand a guitarumm, yeah.....Learned all about hustlin'and women and gunsand drivin' drunkand other fun thingsOh yeah!And somethin' boutmath and science and historyAnd it's funnyBecause I only know one thing nowand I can't imagine how I ever got bybefore I knew the thingI didn't know beforeI knew the thing I didn't know beforeI knew the thing I didn't know beforeI knew the thing I didn't know beforeI knew the thing I didn't know.....before I wasfat and dead and lonely.And I owe myselfthis apologylike the oneI owe my friends and family.If you're from the Midwestand you think you wanna give the worldyour best shotDon't go to New YorkIt makes you poorIt kills your soulGo to a small townHold your groundcuz the end of the world is goin' downI ain't fuckin' around about that, no, noDON'T FORGET YOUR HELMET!!I really do believe that the world is endin'and I don't if we should help to kill it or defend itBut I know..the mutha fucka's gonna blow. From Letras Mania