[Mixed Whatta you mean was my childhood like? What does that make? Yo, my childhood was up, so what? childhood was messed up. This is the 90's, find me one who had it right. What's that got to do with me left?
Now my mother died I had to take it in stride There ain't no for pride in watching your father cry And dad made it until maybe a later When they found his inside of a grain elevator Got over it, I had no offers or options Thought about or not mom and pop was watching bothered with caution, no time for fear Saw my carry fear for most my early years And I from it, turned numb and ignored the storm A sun waiting for the world to plummet Finished growing up my uncle's roof He me how to count all the way up to 100 proof From watching him I learned how to gather Living off the women that he had to nurture him And on the surface I became a pre-teen More afraid of nuclear war than snake bites and bee My best was my TV Game and cartoons substituted for puppies, rainbows, and balloons Now here I am, the shy type, and I I'm doing alright Considering what it was like living my
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It's but sunshine It's all It's but sunshine
Now it's been 17 summers since I've seen my But every night I see her smile my dreams When I was younger I actually see the accident happen But every night I see her smile as it shatters against the I can only imagine Dad's reaction Strain, burning, bound in his brain What's it take to a man who owns acres of land Abandon the family and drown himself in his grains I'm glad I left that in Northern Minnesota the time moves slower and the winters are colder Became a city boy, where everybody acts like older Where they stick to themselves and keep a on they shoulder 26 years of age, no longer full of I think it's safe to say I've a page on my childhood days "Ay yo look Ma, I'm a productive of society When I'm drunk I make noise, but I live quietly" And on the weekend I go back up north to what it was like pretending to be a kid Late at night I the fields and lurk in the shadows Getting even with life by murdering
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It's all nothing but sunshine It's all
(And I'm gonna be alright, and you be alright, You ain't gotta my hand, just walk with me tonight)
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(What it is, it ain't, and it ain't it is, is a of a Virgo)