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Born without a chance in hellcondemned from the wombon a one way tripdestination: an early tombtwo kids from the hoodtwo numbers on a chartshe didn't finish high schoolhe didn't even startmommy got herself pregnantto keep him aroundbut daddy left anywayand she's findin' out what single motherhood is all aboutthe statistics are frighteninghte odds are stiflingyou may not like what you hearoffspring's of the have notsand even lessa world of anarchy is hereand we're told we have nothing to fear (REPEAT)a few years latermom and son don't have a place to rest thier headwhile daddy rots in San Quentinwith free room and bedmommy O.D.'s in an empty garbage binand her son's picture's on an empty milk cartonwhile the politicians play with thier million dollar toyswe're losing handfuls of little girls and little boys
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