Crutch Lyrics

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Crutch Lyrics

(Chorus) 

You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you 

You don't have to cry no more 

If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you 

You don't have to cry no more 



(Boondox) I remember bein broke with no record deal 

(Kalage) Broke with no job 

(B) Too broke to smoke dope 

(K) Man, times so hard 

    I wanna take my own life 

(B) That's what pain do to you 

(K) But I'm too broke to even die 

(B) I couldn't afford a funeral 

(K) I'm too broke to spend time 

(B) Y'all don't know how it feel 

    I could've been a metal welder 

(K) 'Cause I know how to steel (steal) 

(B) Naw, I ain't braggin, I'm just keepin it real 

    I was so broke my wet dream was 'bout eatin a meal 

(K) Man I been homeless 

(B) You ever spent the night in the grass? 

(K) With ants and mesquitos 

(B) While they bitin ya ass 

(K) My best friend got shot nine times for nothin 

    He was all I had, we used to lie and say we was cousins 

(B) Even momma turned her back on me, wouldn't look me in my face 

    I'm a disgrace to my folks... 

(K) 'Cause I ain't graduate? 

(B) I ain't have nobody 

(K) Man, I wish I was dead 

(B) I was alone so I turned to God and he said 



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(Boondox) 

As far as I remember, I been in high school ever since elementary 

Since the fifth I been twistin spliffs and hittin the weed 

My eyes went through menestration every day in the summer 

At age six, my piss could crank up a Hummer 

Had a hooker mom, like Alfred she Hitchcock 

Bumped dad, 'cause when he visit it was like a pit stop 

I lived knock hard, like Jay-Z, boy ya won 

Things got harder, at age eighteen, I bought a gun 

A three-eighty caliber, for street crazy scavengers 

Tryna take my ???, I'll turn your hat lavender 

Sacks of herb in my pocket I smoke eventually 

Supposed to be sellin 'em, but it's hard to give 'em away 

Livin the day for tomorrow, so on the down-low 

I used beats and rhymes, why not, look at me now 

From flippin dimes, playin get like me to get a dollar 

To ridin on my own twenties in my Impala, I ain't cryin 



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(Kalage) 

Well, I been hearin a lotta people say that blood's thicker than water 

Well answer this then, which would you swallow? 

I said that to say, it don't matter, friend or kin 

Shawn ain't my cousin but he here through thick and thin 

(B) OK, I came up but all the faith folks came down 

(K) The script flip flopped 

(B) Now the game changed round 

    Everybody wanna chill now, in my grill now 

    Now my smile ice cold, white gold like whooooooaaaa! 



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