Crutch 
Field Mob

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 
Boondox : Too broke to smoke dope 
Kalage : Man, times so hard 
I wanna take my own life 
Boondox : That's what pain do to you 
Kalage : But I'm too broke to even die 
Boondox : I couldn't afford a funeral 
Kalage : I'm too broke to spend time 
Boondox : Y'all don't know how it feel 
I could've been a metal welder 
Kalage : 'Cause I know how to steel (steal) 
Boondox : Naw, I ain't braggin, I'm just keepin it real 
I was so broke my wet dream was 'bout eatin a meal 
Kalage : Man I been homeless 
Boondox : You ever spent the night in the grass? 
Kalage : With ants and mesquitos 
Boondox : While they bitin ya ass 
Kalage : My best friend got shot nine times for nothin 
He was all I had, we used to lie and say we was cousins 
Boondox : Even momma turned her back on me, 
wouldn't look me in my face 
I'm a disgrace to my folks... 
Kalage : 'Cause I ain't graduate? 
Boondox : I ain't have nobody 
Kalage : Man, I wish I was dead 
Boondox : I was alone so I turned to God and he said 

Boondox : 
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 

Kalage :
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 
Boondox : 
OK, I came up but all the faith folks came down 
Kalage : 
The script flip flopped 
Boondox : 
Now the game changed round 
Everybody wanna chill now, in my grill now 
Now my smile ice cold, white gold like whooooooaaaa! 

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