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I told mama stop feeding those weeds 

they ain’t goin’ no where 

I told mama them weeds jus crowd’n space 

takin up room where flowers can bloom. 

Pluck em, spit em out, cut em, get rid of em 

But mama keep waterin’ them weeds 

pray’n for somethin’ different. 

Mama say them weeds betta than nothin’ 

I told mama, well them weeds is all you gon get. 

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