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Once upon a time in an apartment home Lived a little girl with a heart of stone Cause part of her heart was partly gone Rarely seen and hardly known treated like a mat on a boxing ring Blood drops stains on the twin box springs Daddy came to visit, it's not a dream She thought to herself, what is happening Above her head there's a crucifix But Lucifer loosens up his wrist Lays her down with an open fist And all that was left was hopelessness Little girl, where's your loving mother, under the covers, under the covers Little girl what have you discovered? She stuttered... Growin' up in the gutter, no more, fairy tales and songs No place like hell, no place like home Growin' up in the gutter, black and white, in a frame Dead we are, guns, no aim Growin' up in the gutter And you aint gotta live in the projects, to deal with this non-sense Living this suburbia, someone will murder ya Open up and leave your body.. Violence is a hard pill to swallow and digest But time is full of jobshot in the process Hussle he took the bitch to his apartment Let him down used to what you know of that my lyrics are proof of growin' up in the gutter You think you can define how hard you got it by what neighbourhood you live in,motherfucker? Wake up in the gutter! ....no more, fairy tales and songs No place like hell, no place like home Growin' up in the gutter, black and white, in a frame Dead we are, guns, no aim Growin' up in the gutter Slumerican I can't and Was a child who was I'ma go again at 8, somebody's life to wait given to the beast by fate (i am) a voice for the cold in the dark, I am from a family torn apart, I am A soul that don't run from shit, I am met a ghost and he said (i am) In the basement and read (i am) Dead cause the ouji board said... I...A....M.... Growin' up in the gutter, no more, fairy tales and songs No place like hell, no place like home Growin' up in the gutter, black and white, in a frame Dead we are, guns, no aim Growin' up in the gutter.
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