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No One Really Knows

Go on and take a second while I tell you a story

The story bout a boy who wants to get in the glory

trouble maker from day one, his mothers only son

he'd be out gone havin fun until the day was almost done

Started ballin in grade eight, wished he'd started ballin sooner

as far as girls went, he was the latest bloomer

Girls attentions what he wanted, can't resist them when they flaunted

he found a lucky dime, and now his cousins basement couch is haunted

Average grades class, this boy wasn't doctor

needed to make some dough so he got a job at foot locker

had two parents, but he hardly knew his father

his dad had always tried, and that made the boy try even harder

to make his parents proud, and so the story goes farther

It seems like no one really knows

how far their story goes

Lifes a stage, you do your shows

until the curtains close

Back to this punk *** he slept his way through each class

days started to go fast, and soon graduation passed

He's as smart as a stool, and he acts like a fool,

watchin clone high in a pool of drool, ya this fools a tool

gets a a job selling speakers, the retailer's route

meets a caucasian brother thats so white that hes out

for two years thats his life, he works and he plays

months start to feel like weeks, the weeks turn into days

looks like his life is over, trains gone, he missed it

but this boy flies first class, he at the airport with his ticket

now hes in a town they call a city, all the girls are lookin pretty

failures not an options, its time to get gritty cause...

It seems like no one really knows

how far their story goes

Lifes a stage, you do your shows

until the curtains close

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robert-nnamdi-parkinson
Canadian
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Aug 30, 2010
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