Bedtime Story

AZ

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    Amar, Amar, c'mon.
    Yeah Dad, what?
    Hope you did your homework already.
    I did that already, c'mon Dad.
    Nah, it's time to go to...
    C'mon listen...
    What happened?
    I went to school today I said AZ's my daddy, they said, "Jay-Z? Nas?"
    What, what?
    Tell me the story again?
    Ok, ok.
    Aight, this is how it went down...

    We talkin' a few years before you even appeared
    I was into my little gear, yeah
    weed and my beer
    Hustlin out of fear, fear of bein' a square
    Like them cowards with no gear
    they just breathin' the air, son
    clear, but didn't realize life ain't fair
    with one drive-by, it could end your life right there
    though I'm a fly guy from ????
    my knife's like chyeah
    Fuck the world we can fight right
    I don't scare
    from beer
    no more nightmares here
    not a tear
    I was strighter than the white man's hair
    Met Nasir, had that hype that jeer
    Like a kite, threw me a mic
    I took flight right there
    that ain't lies I was nice I swear
    went fool with the jewels, even iced my ears
    New school, I was cool, wanted righteous wears
    But from the door they didn't like that there, I ain't care
    as long as I left the china white right there
    and understood that you could change a life through prayer
    it's all good
    police even politely stared
    Was unreal, but still now it feels slightly weird
    I was spared
    gave love, taught my peers
    though it was buff, never gave up, fought my fears
    Now it's like "what?"
    I'm G'ed up, awesome blair
    entertainer from the streets with a sportsman's flair

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    Yeah, that's good enough for you?
    Dad, Dad, what's "G'ed up?"
    Listen man, don't worry about that now, just go to sleep
    Ok, ok.
    I'll tell you that later on. But you know what?
    What, what what?
    I got one more quick story to tell you.
    Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.
    Maybe you could take this story, and tell your friends at school this one:

    Heeeeere we go!
    Out the gate, he who hate himself ain't straight
    he a snake, he the type who send himself upstate
    catch a case for a plate
    he ainn't have to take, he coulda
    Played it safe, said his grace and ate
    but it's fate

    [Fades...]

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