Black chick white guy
Does it mean [bad word] maybe
I don't know but yo it never phased me
But either way heres one tail
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 tail of a broken home
Her momma was an alkie and more like a friend
Had three different kids from three different men
And that's just the way [bad word] 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 [bad word] and whatten
That day came the two started [bad word] 
All the time you know kids habit's
Every single day [bad word]  like rabbits
Sneakin out the car when he was 15
Climbin' in the window and [bad word]  all night see [bad word]  during lunch in the junior high bathrooms
Drinking champagne and trippin' on mushrooms
His [bad word] was metal her [bad word] was a magnet
9th grade came, I'm pregnant [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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
lot of people might laugh at this
But [bad word] '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' [bad word] don't mean [bad word] 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 chic with a real white accent
Pretty girl in the ghetto go figure
Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin' [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] to deal with man
And if you ain't been there you wouldn't understand
And people still laugh at this [bad word] [bad word] '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' [bad word] don't mean [bad word] to me anymore
I have taken my blows I'm still standin'

Now for the next year there was some good times
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 Oooh 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 [bad word] I guess he was attached to her and he