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"CRADLE TO THE GRAVE"

Momma pushed, then came the cold hard light
From that moment on, somethin’ ain’t never been quite right
Bused to school to be socialized
Taught to question my lyin’ eyes
Everything will surely turn out fine
If I will only color between the lines
From the cradle to the grave, oh from the cradle to the grave
If I will just behave, from the cradle to the grave

This stuff called money, always standin’ in my way
As I’m handed these illusions of a coming brighter day
I ain’t nothin’ but a sharecropper’s son
Carrying money from one clown to another one

Ain’t none of it ever seem to stick to my hands
We once were hunters on a free open land
From the cradle to the grave, oh from the cradle to the grave
And we did not behave, from the cradle to the grave

Hand to mouth far as I can see
The masses dazzled by gadgetry I’m s’pposd to wait on the chosen one
And I’ll get mine on the other side when the deal is done
From the cradle to the grave, oh from the cradle to the grave
I don’t think I’m gonna be able to behave, from the cradle to the grave
No I don’t think I’m gonna behave from the cradle to the grave