I was born in a hospital that was very big and white
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The hands of a male doctor pulled me into the light
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My grandmother cut the umbilical cord
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And I took my first breath in a maternity ward
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They gave me food and shelter, they gave me clothes and things
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I was allowed to go to school and I was encouraged to sing
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I was healthy, I was a privileged soul
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And I am lucky today, and thankful on the whole
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I am called Scorpio, if they got the date right
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I cannot transcend this caste even if I tried
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I hope to kill a great lion someday
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And I will because with work ethic I was raised
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Fire, water, earth, and wind have gone
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To Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John
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Elements are assigned and stars given names
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Baseball on T.V, pictures in frames
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I am still hunting for the hide of such sheen
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My hair¡¯s still curly and my eyes are still green
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Stick a needle in my eye
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I¡¯m middle class ¡¯til the day I die
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Lionkiller
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Cass McCombs |