| Papa didn’t die in vain
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| His son carries on his name
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| His face, his fire, his flame
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| The way he talked, the way he sang
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| Mama still feels the pain
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| She will not live in shame
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| Of how her babies came
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| And who the hell to blame now
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| She says
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| «Oo so thankful, oo so thankful!»
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| «Oo so thankful, oo so thankful!»
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| Grandma used to cut herself raw
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| Not the hardest thing little mama’s eyes saw
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| Said, drunk Indians fighting cops
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| Trafficking little girls around the block
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| I Said, «When the rape gonna stop?»
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| She said, «Not any time soon baby that’s real talk.»
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| Oo so thankful, oo so thankful!
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| Oo so thankful, oo so thankful!
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| Mama never said it’s okay
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| For this old man to touch her this way
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| Grandma, well she got paid
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| And that’s one thing I’m not proud to say
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| I never thought I’d give thanks to rape
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| But that’s how I got here today
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| Said, oo so thankful, oo so thankful
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| Oo so thankful, oo so thankful
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| Got to give, got to give, got to give
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| I got to give my mama a little kiss, yeah
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| Got to give, got to give, got to give
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| I got to give my mama a little kiss, yeah
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| Got to give, got to give, got to give
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| I got to give my mama a little kiss, yeah
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| Got to give, got to give, got to give
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| I got to give my mama a little kiss, yeah
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| Papa got shot in the head
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| He got what was coming to him, now he’s dead
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| Child molester, 36 years old
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| Left four kids and a wife in the cold
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| Great grandfather got shot in the back
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| Protecting Filipinos from the corporate attack
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| And great grandmother shot herself in the mouth
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| She was ready to go and I could hear her shout
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| She says
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| «Oo so thankful, oo so thankful»
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| «Oo so thankful, oo so thankful»
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| Got to give, got to give, got to give
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| I got to give my mama a little kiss, yeah
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| Got to give, got to give, got to give
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| I got to give my mama a little kiss, yeah
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| Got to give, got to give, got to give
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| I got to give my mama a little kiss, yeah
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| Got to give, got to give, got to give
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| I got to give my mama a little kiss, yeah
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| The papa that raised me died of cancer
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| I was holding his hand as his spirit surrendered
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| Put a roof over my head, food in my belly
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| He was a king and a father to many
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| The mother that raised me is truly a queen
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| Taught me how to love God and follow my dreams
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| Said
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| «Oo so grateful, oo so grateful»
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| «Oo so grateful, oo so grateful»
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| Coyote came and spoke to me he says
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| «Get used to your destiny»
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| Coyote came and spoke to me he says
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| «Get used to your destiny»
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| Every moment is a mystery to me
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| Getting pretty good at listening
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| Every moment is a mystery to me
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| Getting pretty good at honoring
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| Every moment is a mystery to me
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| Getting pretty good at listening
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| Every moment is a mystery to me
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| Getting pretty good at honoring
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| Getting pretty good at listening
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| Getting pretty good at honoring
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| Getting pretty good at listening
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| Getting pretty good at honoring
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| Got to give, got to give, got to give
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| I got to give my mama a little kiss, yeah
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| Got to give, got to give, got to give
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| I got to give my mama a little kiss, yeah
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| Got to give, got to give, got to give
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| I got to give my mama a little kiss, yeah
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| Got to give, got to give, got to give
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| I got to give my mama a little kiss, muah |