调：B minor•
Verse 1
You say, oh mama, don't
G
A
Bm
You're the one who used to carry me
fighting omens like the Romans
That's my life and identity,
with the windows steamed up
tram lines and clean cuts man
man call me Quasimodo
and imitators
Looking left and right like indicators
the classroom
Staring down at stairwell
that teacher never heard me
like I was raising Albuquerque
D
grace and mercy
You say, well, mom, I don't know,
G
A
Bm
but the unknown must feel like murder
G
A
Bm
You're the one who used to carry me
my friend's house
was sleeping at mine
Bm
A
So we can go out with a couple of girls,
And everything will be fine
it makes a man a fool
I'd been suspended from school
and make you proud
I care what they think
and I take it to the brink
Bm
A
Out here, it's a war zone in the jungle
and they devour the humble
If not you get killed,
when Diablo is your best mate
even if it's been ages
I came to release cages
running without braces
A
D
A
as I come walking down the
won't hurt her
Bm
D
G
A
And now I'm free
Bm
in the wrong direction
A
Bm
D
Though I've been walking in
G
A
Bm
now I'm free
D
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