[Jay-Z's Mom:]
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Shawn Carter was born December 4th
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Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces
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He was the last of my 4 children
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The only one who didn't give me any pain when i gave birth to him
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And that's how i knew that he was a special child
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[Jay-Z Verse 1]
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They say "they never really miss you til you dead or you gone"
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So on that note i'm leaving after the song
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So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long
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At least let me tell you why i'm this way, Hold on
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I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees
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Who made love under the Siccamore tree
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Which makes me
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A more sicker emcee my momma would claim
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At 10 pounds when i was born i didn't give her no pain
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Although through the years i gave her her fair share
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I gave her her first real scare
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I made it from birth and i got here
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She knows my purpose wasn't purpose
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I ain't perfect i care
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But i feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matchin my gear
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Now i'm just scratchin the surface cause what's burried under there
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Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared
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I went to school got good grades could behave when i wanted
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But i had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted
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Hold on
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[Jay-Z's Mom:]
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Shawn was a very shy child growing up
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He was into sports
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And a funny story is
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At 4 he taught hisself how to ride a bike
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A two wheeler at that
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Isn't that special?
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But, i noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up
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[Jay-Z Verse 2]
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Now all the teachers couldn't reach me
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And my momma couldn't beat me
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Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, SO
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With that distain in my membrain
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Got on my pimp game
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Fuck the world my defense came
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Then Dahaven introuced me to the game
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Spanish Jose introduced me to cane
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I'm a hustler now
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My gear is in and i'm in the in crowd
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And all the wavey light skinned girls is lovin me now
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My self esteem went through the roof man i got my swag
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Got a volvo from this girl when her man got bagged
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Plus i hit my momma with cash from a show that i had
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Supposedly knowin nobody paid Jaz wack ass
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I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, i could rap
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That came second to me movin this crack
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Gimme a second i swear
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I will say about my rap career
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Til 96 came niggas i'm here
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Good-bye
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[Jay-Z's Mom:]
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Shawn use to be in the kitchen
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Beating on the table and rapping
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And um, until the wee hours of the morning
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And then i bought him a boom box
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And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts
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But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble
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[Jay-Z Verse 3]
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Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adreneline rush
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Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush
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And you in a drop your so easy to touch
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No two days are alike
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Except the first and fifteenth pretty much
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And "trust" is a word you seldom hear from us
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Hustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up
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And the drought to find a man when the well dries up
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You learn to work the water without workin thirst til die YUP
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And niggas get tied up for product
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And little brothers ring fingers get cut up
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To show mothers they really got em
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And this was the stress i live with til i decided
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To try this rap shit for a livin
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I Pray i'm forgiven
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For every bad decision i made
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Every sister i played
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Cause i'm still paranoid to this day
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And it's nobody fault i made the decisions i made
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This is the life i chose or rather the life that chose me
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If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
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Maybe you'll love me when i fade to black
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If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
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Maybe you'll love me when i fade to black
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[repeat 2 more times to fade]
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December 4th
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Jon Doe |