You know, I am also thinking...none of us pick where we were born or where we grew up. What if you were born somewere else, you'd probably be someone else. What if Steven Tyler was born in the ghetto? His song might sound something like this...
There wuz uh tyme
When I wuz so broken hearted
Love wasn't much o' uh nigga o' mine
The tables gots turned, jaa
Cause me an' dem ways gots parted
That kind o' love wuz da killin' kind
Now listen
All I wants iz someone I can't resist
I know all I need ta know by da way dat I got kissed
I wuz cryin' when I met ya
Now I'm tryin' ta forget ya
Love iz sweet misery
I wuz cryin' just ta git ya
Now I'm dyin' 'cause I let ya
Do what ya do - down on me
Now dere'snot even breathin' room
Between pleasure an' pain
Yeah ya cry when We be makin' love
Must be one an' da same
It'sdown on me
Yeah I got ta tell ya one thin'
It'sbeen on muh ma fuckin mind
Girl I gotta say
We're partners in crime
You got dat certain somethin'
What ya give ta me
Takes muh ma fuckin breath away
Now da werd out on da street
Is da devil'sin yo' kiss
If our love goes up in flames
It'suh fire I can't resist
Well...you get the point...
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