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Born Alone
Billy Woods
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Dead man's shoes, double dare you to rock 'em
Slip 'em on smooth, they gon' 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, it 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, lookin' in the mirror like
"I know my day comin', I pray it's not today"
Seen 'em coming like, "Hold on, hold on, hold on, wait!" (Ain't no way, man)
Doctor read the X-rays while you read the doctor's face
I rock a clean pair of socks everyday, just in case
Born alone, die alone, no matter who your mans is
Hope you live long enough to tell it to his grandkids
Born alone, die alone, no matter who your mans is
Hope you live long enough to tell it to his grandkids
Born alone, die alone (Born alone, die alone)
Born alone, die alone (Born alone, die alone)
I had a zipper brick on the nightstand, woke to a pile of twelve 12's
It had a skunky smell, shoemaker in the L's
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 talking 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, tryna catch the loop
Loophole like a gun show
Dropped out of JUCO like it's donetzo, puto
Let's get it out the mud
Son was barefoot by the end of the month
(You know how it always goes
You know how it goes
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 you live long enough to tell it to his grandkids
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