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In the End
My baby was born in a bedWith white sheets, machines and heatTravelled home in a carTo a three room nest, eats and sleepsLaminate floor to crawl on, t.v.Talks, starts to walk amongst love and securityGoes to school, learns to read an writeProbably follows a team with his friendsAnd gets to ride the trainProbably fall in loveProbably get to fly on a planeGet to work all week and spend what he earnsOn the high streetHe's got doctors, nurses, fireman, churchesKindergartens, wedding bells and jet black hursesPassport, bank card, maybe his own yardLocks and alarms, trinkets and charmsMaybe a baby in his arms.My baby was born on his knee, one of poverty's offspringCan into the world coughing, already full of mama's diseaseWent back to a flat with no gas, no cashWrapped in a duvet full of cigarette ashLetras de cancionesMama can't get no sleepBaby never quiet enough to eatGoes to school, learns to steal and fightProbably form a team with hs friendsGo steam those trainsFall in love an never trust nobody againGets to work all weekstanding in the high street for joeHustlin' blowHustlin' blow...
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