Black chick white guy
Does it mean shit maybe
I don't know but yo
It never phased me
But either way here's one tale
Of two like that
And what prevailed
It started way back in the 8th grade
In the small old town
Where the two both stayed
He came from a family of middle class
Where everything he did
He always had to ask
She came from a place
That was so alone
You know the same old tale
Of a broken home
Her momma was an alchie
And more like a friend
Had three different kids
From three different men
And that's just the way shit was
Couldn't change it
Couldn't rearrange it
So there it was
Anyway the two kept on
With the phone calls
Notes and so on and so on
And after the bullshit and what'n
That day came the two started fuckin'
All the time
You know kids habits
Every single day
Fuckin' like rabbits
Sneakin out the car when he was 15
Climbin' in the window
And fuckin' all night see
Fuckin' during lunch
In the junior high bathrooms
Drinking champagne
And trippin' on mushrooms
His dick was metal
Her pussy was a magnet
9th grade came:

"I'm pregnant"

Shit got frantic and man oh Lord
It was a tuff decision
But they decided to abort it
It might have been right
It might have been wrong
But one thing's for sure
It really fucked his head up
Where is it
Who is it
How is it
Was it right
These are the things
He thought in bed at night
A lot of people
Might laugh at this
But fuck 'em
They don't know the half of it
 
Ain't no sunshine
When you're low
I'm low
People tell me life's a game
I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit
To me anymore
I have taken my blows
I'm still standin'

Now as time went on
The the two kept on
They kept seeing each other
Off and on
See she moved to the city
And you know what happened
Black chick with a real white accent
Pretty girl in the ghetto go figure
Yeah she got macked
By some dope dealin' nigger
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all the first guy did
Was just love her
While that punk mother fucker
Used to beat her and punch her
She was livin' all wild
I think all she ever wanted
Was the love of her own child
She asked the first guy
To have his baby
He looked at her like
She must be crazy
He was makin' records
And goin' on tour
20,000 people
Hip hoppin on the floor
And all that while
She sat at home and got macked
If she stepped out of line
She got slapped
And then one day she prayed
To the Lord to take that guy away
And he did, he got caught
With a loaded gun
And went to jail
But first she had his son
Ooohh and now what to do
She had no man no money
And no clue
Now the other guy
Came back from tourin'
And she called him up
Early one mornin' 
They hooked up her mind was blown 
As he began to raise her son
As his own 
And that's a lot of shit
To deal with man
And if you ain't been there
You wouldn't understand
And people still laugh at this shit
Fuck 'em
They don't know the half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me life's a game
I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit
To me anymore
I have taken my blows
I'm still standin'

Now for the next year
There was some good times
A few bad times
Mostly good times
See he was a ramblin' man
To the bone
He liked women and wine
And he loved to roam
Not like she was any kind of saint
See in this story
There's a lot of red paint
But time kept slippin'
And made her crazy
And she talked about
Havin' another baby
The guy was like ooh Lord
We got one now
That we can't afford
But she convinced
She could handle two
Said I want your child
Or I'm leavin you
I can't figure out
Why then he didn't run
I guess he was attached
To her and her son
All confused about what to do
That girl met another guy
And was fuckin' him too
Slut
Could barely pay her rent
And then the same old shit:

"I'm pregrant"

And if that ain't some shit cuz
The girl didn't even
Know who the father was
And still by her side
The first guy stayed
Head gettin' more fucked
By the day
He stuck it out for nine months
I don't know why
And then a little girl
On the Fourth of July
Was born in the front seat of his car
It was amazing
Kinda like a shooting star
He was happy
Told his family and friends
Only to realize later
His little girl wasn't his
And that crushed him quick
Suicidal thoughts were in his head
Real thick
But before he found all that out
From the same chick
Another kid popped out
And that shit's real ill
Girl told him that
She was takin' the fuckin' pill
She must have known all along
The little girl wasn't his
And she was tryin' to latch on
Three different kids
From three different men
History repeats itself again
And after some more shit got stirred
He kicked that bitch to the curb
And now from her
He's got a little boy
That makes him laugh a bit
And he loves him
But still you don't know
The fuckin' half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me life's a game
I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit
To me anymore
I have taken my blows
I'm still standin'

I'm still standin'
I'm still standin'
I'm still standin'