and who'd have ever thought
this was how it would end for you and me
to carry my own millstone out of the trees
and i have to admit
i don't like it a bit
being left here beside
this lonesome road

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what do you teach your children about me?
what do you teach your little children about me?
pimp, thug, bling drug lord of the undergrounded kings
how can you be so sure i won't call down the rain?
what do you teach your little children about me?
you point your gun, wait, hide and run. i see it plain