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i made a mistake.
i wonder what would have been
Would you've been a little angel or an angel of sin?
Tom-Boy running around, hanging with all the guys.
Or a little tough boy with beautiful blue eyes?
And you never got'a chance to even open your eyes
Sometimes I wonder as a foetus if you faught for your life?
Would you have been a little genius in love with math?
Would you have played in your school clothes and made me mad?
Would you have made me quit smokin' by finding one of my lighters?
I wonder about your skintone and shape of your nose?
And the way you would have laughed and talked fast or slow?
Happy birthday, love you whoever you woulda been Happy birthday
i've got a millon excuses to why you died
Bet the people got their own reasons for homicide
Who's to say it woulda worked, and who's to say it wouldn't have?
I was young and strugglin' but old enough to be your dad.
The fear of being my father has never disappeared
My vision of a family was artificial and fake
So when it came time to create I made a mistake
And from the heavens to the womb to the heavens again
From the endin' to the endin', never got to begin
Maybe one day we could meet face to face?
In a place without time and space.
i wonder what would have been
Would you've been a little angel or an angel of sin?
Tom-Boy running around, hanging with all the guys.
Or a little tough boy with beautiful blue eyes?
And you never got'a chance to even open your eyes
Sometimes I wonder as a foetus if you faught for your life?
Would you have been a little genius in love with math?
Would you have played in your school clothes and made me mad?
Would you have made me quit smokin' by finding one of my lighters?
I wonder about your skintone and shape of your nose?
And the way you would have laughed and talked fast or slow?
Happy birthday, love you whoever you woulda been Happy birthday
i've got a millon excuses to why you died
Bet the people got their own reasons for homicide
Who's to say it woulda worked, and who's to say it wouldn't have?
I was young and strugglin' but old enough to be your dad.
The fear of being my father has never disappeared
My vision of a family was artificial and fake
So when it came time to create I made a mistake
And from the heavens to the womb to the heavens again
From the endin' to the endin', never got to begin
Maybe one day we could meet face to face?
In a place without time and space.
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