He knows he's leaving, not much time left
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Holding on to his very last breath
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I saw him last week, nervous and uptight
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Losing sleep, stays up all night
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Wishin he woulda used his mind and not rushed
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to push in the bush but took his time
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to get to know the girl he slapped skins with
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shared needles with
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Wish he could go back, change the direction
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But now he's got the infection
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I spoke to him, gave him inspired words
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I'm sure he's heard
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live by the sword, die by the sword
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What's left, pray to the oh Lord
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You can deny but the truth will unfold
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because the eyes are the soul
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Eyes are the soul..
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Eyes are the soul..
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I look into his eyes, but he's so high
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from the crack, he thinks that he can fly
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He has problems he doesn't like solving
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Takes one hit, and thinks the world stops revolving
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19, his eyes full of tears
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He hasn't smiled at least for a year
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His mom is gone cause he was high one night
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while they killed her, because of the crack pipe
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He's wanted by the law
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because he's robbed at least three grocery stores
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He's lost, all control
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Take a look, eyes are the soul
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Eyes are the soul..
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Eyes are the soul..
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Eyes are the soul..
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I look into her eyes, she's so young
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but I know, where she's comin from
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I've watched her grow, little girl down the street
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White shirts and skirts with pleats
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She cried, fear in her voice
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Not knowing, she had a choice
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Oh so sad, oh so lonely
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If she knew that she's not the only
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one in school that didn't use the caution
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Facin, raisin a baby or abortion
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Her mother said she had to leave
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Who wants to be where a baby is not received
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No ultimatum, she's goin to the G.Y.N.
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to put it to an end
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She's learned a lesson I suppose
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I can tell, eyes are the soul
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Eyes are the soul..
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Eyes are the soul..
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Eyes are the soul..
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Eyes are the Soul
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MC Lyte |