REAL LIFE “By the time I was a baby Grampy’s hands were shakey And his whole life they had been like sandpaper He came over on a boat alone at only eight-teen Took a job as a grave digger / stayed on his feet Cheap labor / N.I.N.A. signs No Irish need apply Later Dad had it better but easy would be a lie In the Union for years Working in winter weather / Saying choose a career Never do what I do Always playing musical chairs, I couldn’t settle Out of high school Knew I could be somebody special The fast money, the professional mac flow The whole city singing it, golden, sittin’ pretty The gift and the curse Journey with me behind the scenes Silent nights / eyes on me / it’s hide and seek Grinding my teeth And walking away So my kid can have everything that he wants someday It never happened for me it’s okay I’m happy with the role I play Many guys can’t let go of the game Or they catch a celeb high And end up ending their lives like Len Bias We didn’t start the fires This is real life And I’m real nice Cru ta the Jones ‘til they kill the lights” -D.One
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