[Intro]
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I'm gonna tell you guys a story real quick
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Something that I thought you might find interesting
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Sometimes in life, we look for something, for a real long time
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But it turns out to be right beneath your nose
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[Hook (x2)]
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Now I saw a smile and the pain from his eyes go
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As he stretched his arms skyward, barely awake
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And all of his life's pain forever from inside drained
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Down on the concrete right there where he lived
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(Alright one more time, let's build it)
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[Verse 1]
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The night of June 3rd out in the dark
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I was jogging along this old road, south of the park
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I came across a man; old, cold, lonely, and ill
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With nothing left in his bottle but he was holding it still
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Normally well I'd just toss him a buck to help him and go
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But for some strange reason something compelled me to slow
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He looked up and I asked him if he believed in God or in Hell
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He responded if there truly was a God, he could probably tell
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Cause up to now, he hasn't seen much proof of that likes
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He told me of a son he used to have who used to ride bikes
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But then he got into this gang of desolate thugs
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He wore mugs and mugged, then he started messing with drugs
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He got high and sold crack with a pocket of cash
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Mr. Tough guy acting all cocky and brash
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Until finally his son found himself there in the track
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Of a bullet from a gat, coming through the air at his back
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I said that's funny, I knew someone just like that
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He was bullied when he was young and never did fight back
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He figured cause he was so small, he couldn't win in a fight
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And his parents didn't care if he came in the end of the night
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So he just stayed gone, and he wound up in jail
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He didn't even have a friend to call to round up his bail
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Until he met this dude in for the same reason as he
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Who told him "I can really help you, just believe me and see"
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They kept in touch after the court days, probation and such
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He taught him how to think and not be complacent as much
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He started changing, his boy said he needed to choose
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For the first time, he contemplated leaving them dudes
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Until the evening I was chilling on the lawn with my folks
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I saw him and his friend walking as the Honda approached
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They missed his friend but hit him in his heart and his head
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I ran up while he held him in his arms as he bled
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And that's when...
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
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Now he only responded with the bitterness he'd sown so dense
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So I left and called my homie's friend cause we had grown close since
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I invited him jogging with me through the park and like us
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They sat and talked about the past and how hard his life was
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Except my friend is something different, he stayed with him there
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And brought comfort to his shadows of shame and despair
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He showed him a depth of compassion that he never had seen
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He cried and under the stars, together they dreamed
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It wasn't but a month later that it happened at all
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I'd melt down by that man on his back by a wall
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He pulled gently my shirt collar, drew me in near
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Then whispered an old raspy "thank you" in my ear
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I looked up, the last sun beam struggled and died
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Then felt the soft rain drizzle from the rumbling sky
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Upon a man on his back upon the end of his days
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From whom they said hope was absent and redemption had strayed
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A life full of poor choices and his pension is paid
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Now he's better off dead, he only gets in the way
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But...
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[Hook(x4)]
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[Outro]
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As he stretched his arms skyward
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As he stretched his arms skyward, barely awake
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[x2]
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There's a difference between what we know, and what there is
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Even when we think we gotta handle something, they're all so different
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I hope you [?], I really hope that you understand me
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And I hope that you enjoyed yourselves, I really hope that you enjoyed yourselves
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But you know we gotta do it one more time for the [?] here we go
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Everybody sing it loud now, yeah!!!
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On The Concrete
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The Jokerr |