Born Alone

Billy Woods

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    Dead man's shoes, double day to rock 'em
    Slip 'em on smooth, they gonna fit no problem
    They always do
    It's like they were made for your two feets
    Kids laid out in the streets
    No kicks, limbs askew
    That's how they did my cousin in '86
    Auntie saw it on the news
    He had one on, one off was by the bare foot that she knew
    My wife said the baby feet look just like you and I thought about that
    When they went to sleep, I cried too
    Dog eared Timberland boot
    Sauconys on a Brooklyn stoop, in pretty good shape
    Toothbrush the suede
    Mouth full of toothpaste look in the mirror, like
    I know my day comin', I pray it's not today
    Seen 'em coming like: Hold on hold on wait!
    Doctor read the X-Rays while you read the doctor's face
    I rock a clean pair of socks every day, just in case

    Born alone die alone no matter who ya mans is
    Hope he live long enough to tell it to his grandkids
    Born alone die alone no matter who ya mans is
    Hope he live long enough to tell it to his grandkids
    Born alone die alone

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    Born alone die alone no matter what your plans is
    Born alone die alone no matter what your plans is
    Hope he live long enough to tell it to his grandkids
    Born alone die alone
    Born alone die alone

    I had a zipper brick on the night stand
    Woke to a pile of 12s, it had a skunky smell
    Shoemaker in the Ls
    I'ma go back in time, tell that young boy: Give 'em hell
    If it's a fight, fight to the bell
    Peep the six CD carousel, Skytel pager, my eyes well
    I wager he never realized he was talkin' to himself (just as well)
    Back in the present
    Bustin' open a pack, fingers sticky with resin
    I've heard it all before like Russian peasants
    That's that loop for you, that's what the loop do
    Sebb Bash pulled it out the dollar bin where he had his stash
    Handed it to Al and said: Track two (it's true)
    History never repeats, it do rhyme though
    Trying to catch the loop
    Loophole like a gunshow
    Dropped out of [?] like it's doneso, puto
    Let's get it out the mud
    Son was barefoot by the end of the month
    (You know how it goes)

    Born alone die alone no matter what your plans is
    Born alone die alone no matter what your plans is
    Hope he live long enough to tell it to his grandkids

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    Composición: D J Syndakit y Billy Woods

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