![]() Well, there's no excuse for the things he didīut there's a lot at home that he's dealing withīecause his dad's been drunk since he was a kid With the blood on his hands from my broken noseīut like every other day, he was scared to goīack to his house 'cause his pops was home ![]() I had thick red blood running down my clothesĪnd a sick, sick look 'cause I like it though He threw a quick left hook and it broke my nose Well I squared him up, left my chest exposed Knock me out, kick me when I'm on the ground I know you want the satisfaction, it's not gonna happen Punch my face, do it 'cause I like the pain I said I didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubbleĪnd my heart was pumping, chest was screaming She said, "Son, you gotta tell me why you're black and blue" I said, "You don't wanna know the things I had to do" She said, "Boy, you gotta tell me what they did to you" I didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubble Then I covered up my face so that no one knows I had chicken on the plate, but the food was cold Stepped through the gate, and I'm all alone
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