[Intro: Big Boi]
Naw, naw, naw, that's part of the— that's—
Yeah! I got you good that time, shawty
[Chorus: Debra Killings]
Start over
Again
Everything happens for a reason
Good doesn't come without pain
Start over
Again
Everything happens for a reason
[Verse 1: Big Boi]
Ain't it funny how you're born and then your life begins?
Just like a baby: all alone— that's if you wasn't a twin
You must begin to fend for self when the umbilical's cut
The doctor put you under the heating lamp; your spirit is touched
You know what? I take that back (Why?) You was alive
Date of conception, interception, 'cause the sperm did collide
From T 'n' A to DNA, feelings turn to chil'en's
The morning after pill didn't put a halt to our very existence
We living; breathing; soon, we'll be teethin
Our granny got a gold, and now, we want one for that reason
An adolescent mind is so impressionable in those stages, but
Parents got to parent their kids to keep them out of cages
Cell therapists, beware of this loogie that I spit:
Incarceration without rehabilitation really don't mean shit
Lil' Ricky home—he gotta serve probation for six months
But Uncle Darnell and Ol' Dirty Bastard still in the joint
Naw, naw, naw, that's part of the— that's—
Yeah! I got you good that time, shawty
[Chorus: Debra Killings]
Start over
Again
Everything happens for a reason
Good doesn't come without pain
Start over
Again
Everything happens for a reason
[Verse 1: Big Boi]
Ain't it funny how you're born and then your life begins?
Just like a baby: all alone— that's if you wasn't a twin
You must begin to fend for self when the umbilical's cut
The doctor put you under the heating lamp; your spirit is touched
You know what? I take that back (Why?) You was alive
Date of conception, interception, 'cause the sperm did collide
From T 'n' A to DNA, feelings turn to chil'en's
The morning after pill didn't put a halt to our very existence
We living; breathing; soon, we'll be teethin
Our granny got a gold, and now, we want one for that reason
An adolescent mind is so impressionable in those stages, but
Parents got to parent their kids to keep them out of cages
Cell therapists, beware of this loogie that I spit:
Incarceration without rehabilitation really don't mean shit
Lil' Ricky home—he gotta serve probation for six months
But Uncle Darnell and Ol' Dirty Bastard still in the joint
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