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Which Way is Out?
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| Boy, do you know who I am? Do you know what I can be? For your life, locked away here I could hold the key Do you see this round ball That I hold in my hand This could be your future This may hold your plans I know this place can steal your soul And leave your life in hell So let me tell you this, young man Learn the game, and play it well Your path will lead to wealth and fame And I will be your guide Your soul, my friend, I must save And restore your shattered pride So what say you, boy? What will the answer be? Just a simple yes or no Will decide your destiny The answer that you seek Is easy enough, indeed No, and no, and no again I won't be consumed by your greed But, Boy, don't you want Everything the eye can see Won't you let me save your life And guide your destiny Listen, man, I've seen the souls Of boys you say you've saved You put their lives in ruin And left them for the grave Can you see what's in my hand? The future that is so clear These books, not that basketball Is the only way out of here Get out of here, you son-of-a-bitch Go find some other soul to steal You failed at finding a boy Who can't see what's real |
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July 13, 2003 9:08 PM
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