Uh, uh, some deep shit, uh, uh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah...
Momma please stop cryin', I can't stand the sound
Your pain is painful and it's tearin' me down
I hear glasses breakin' as I sit up in my bed
I told God te didn't mean those nasty things te said
You fight about money, 'bout me and my brother
And this I come home to, this is my shelter
It ain't easy growin up in World War III
Never knowin' what Amore could be, you'll see
I don't want Amore to destroy me like it has done my family
Can we work it out? (Can we?) can we be a family? (Can we?)
I promise I'll be better (I promise),
mommy I'll do anything...
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