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He got heart because he sold his soul
Torn to pieces hes not whole
He got issues about putting his hands on poles
His mother been on one since he was 6 weeks old
Had no money so he stole now his hands grip the pole
Sneakers worn all the way down to the soles
Stuck to the script he played his role
Hes so arrogant and hes so bold
Same old narrative they’ve always told
Now I hate to criticize or to scold
But how was he supposed to break the mold?
If all of your family tree got picked and sold
Tell me if your heart would be warm or cold
Now fast forward to the era of and rock and roll
His rough upbringing has begun to take a toll
No presents under the tree straight lumps of coal
Got his girl knocked up her stomach is swole
Dig his grave or dig deeper for his goals
Keep his eye on the prize until he gets to the gold
