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Hey, come on, let's do what we did last night
Let's play the game
I don't want to
Don't lie, you know you do
I said I don't, I'm through
Get away from me
You don't tell me what to do
I do what I want, I make my own rules
I'll tell
You do, I'll kill you, you understand?
You gonna be quiet, punk
That's what you are, you know that
You a punk just like I thought
Nothing but a lil' punk
You remember that
(What's going on? Where's Charles?)
I don't care where that lil' punk at
He ain't worth my time
I tried to help him, but he ain't worth it
What's the matter, Charles, baby?
Charles, baby, the youngest of five
The neighborhood baby, sweet as pecan pie
Not just Mama's baby, our baby too
Such a big baby, what's wrong with you?
Charles, baby, the youngest of five
The neighborhood baby, sweet as pecan pie
Not just Mama's baby, our baby too
We keep on wondering what's wrong with you
Tears from a walled-off place from another time
From a boy who couldn't cry
Shame held down so long
But betrayal doesn't die
It won't die, it won't die
It won't die, it won't die
It won't die, it won't die
It won't die, it won't die
Written by: Terence Blanchard
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