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Mama takes offence at you livin' in sin
The system chews you up as you start to begin
Kids got tattoos, rings in his ears
Everything's come true that his mama fears
Raised in a latrine on a dead end street
I was a gang bang scoundrel of the social elite
Its the same old story, never get a second chance
The system never fails but you gotta make a stance
Hey Kid! Hey Kid!
Look what ya did
Hey Kid! Hey Kid!
Whoa oh!
Hey Kid! Hey Kid!
Mama blew her lid
Hey Kid! Hey Kid!
Whoa oh!
I got my education at the school of hard knocks
The pushers and the shovers you can stuff your rocks
My teachers had the qualities you need for president
They were rich, two faced and mentally bent
I broke out of school at the age of sixteen
I was a rebel rouser like Jimmy Dean
I had a chip on my shoulder as big as the world
But I knew a thing or two about gettin' the girls
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