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    "Crutch" Lyrics

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    You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you
    You don't have to cry no more
    If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you
    You don't have to cry no more

    [Boondox] I remember bein broke with no record deal
    [Kalage] Broke with no job
    [B] Too broke to smoke dope
    [K] Man, times so hard
    I wanna take my own life
    [B] That's what pain do to you
    [K] But I'm too broke to even die
    [B] I couldn't afford a funeral
    [K] I'm too broke to spend time
    [B] Y'all don't know how it feel
    I could've been a metal welder
    [K] 'Cause I know how to steel (steal)
    [B] Naw, I ain't braggin, I'm just keepin it real
    I was so broke my wet dream was 'bout eatin a meal
    [K] Man I been homeless
    [B] You ever spent the night in the grass?
    [K] With ants and mesquitos
    [B] While they bitin ya ass
    [K] My best friend got shot nine times for nothin
    He was all I had, we used to lie and say we was cousins
    [B] Even momma turned her back on me, wouldn't look me in my face
    I'm a disgrace to my folks...
    [K] 'Cause I ain't graduate?
    [B] I ain't have nobody
    [K] Man, I wish I was dead
    [B] I was alone so I turned to God and he said


    As far as I remember, I been in high school ever since elementary
    Since the fifth I been twistin spliffs and hittin the weed
    My eyes went through menestration every day in the summer
    At age six, my piss could crank up a Hummer
    Had a hooker mom, like Alfred she Hitchcock
    Bumped dad, 'cause when he visit it was like a pit stop
    I lived knock hard, like Jay-Z, boy ya won
    Things got harder, at age eighteen, I bought a gun
    A three-eighty caliber, for street crazy scavengers
    Tryna take my ??, I'll turn your hat lavender
    Sacks of herb in my pocket I smoke eventually
    Supposed to be sellin 'em, but it's hard to give 'em away
    Livin the day for tomorrow, so on the down-low
    I used beats and rhymes, why not, look at me now
    From flippin dimes, playin get like me to get a dollar
    To ridin on my own twenties in my Impala, I ain't cryin


    Well, I been hearin a lotta people say that blood's thicker than water
    Well answer this then, which would you swallow?
    I said that to say, it don't matter, friend or kin
    Shawn ain't my cousin but he here through thick and thin
    [B] OK, I came up but all the faith folks came down
    [K] The script flip flopped
    [B] Now the game changed round
    Everybody wanna chill now, in my grill now
    Now my smile ice cold, white gold like whooooooaaaa!

    [Chorus 4x]
    This song was submitted on June 28th, 2006 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Darion T. Crawford, Shawn T. Johnson, Emanuel Anderson, Amin Anwar Miller, Sidney De Wayne Johnson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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