Victims of the System- Written By Kevin Broadaway 05/ 2008.
Verse I:
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My weekends get rough  	 'cause there's not that much to do 
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We're victims of the system   It's what a single dad goes through
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I get measured by my wallet  	 and the money I can give
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When the court steps in and looks at me  	 And say they're thinking of my kids

Prechorus I:
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I don't need those judges that make me mad 	 I don't need a system to tell me 
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how to act
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All I want to do  	  	  	 Is be their dad

Chorus 1:
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Let's play football in the yard 	   	 play games in your room 	 
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Have tea with Mr. Eeyore 	  	 and chat with Mr. Pooh
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Know you've got to brush your teeth before you go to bed
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And know your smiles always make me glad 	  	 and I all I want to do ...
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is be your dad.

Verse II:
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Well I'm a proud father  	  	 giving what I've got
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Then the state stepped in and took from me  	  	 not leaving me a lot.
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I scrape and save all that's left  	 for when they walk through that door
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Maybe a rented movie, cokes and rootbeer  	  	 and a bowl of fresh popcorn


Prechorus I:
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I don't need those judges that make me mad 	 I don't need a system to tell me
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how to act

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All I want to do  	  	  	 Is be their dad



Chorus 2:
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Let's play out in the park 	 or camp in the backyard
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Play a game of "I-Spy"  	 as we're riding in the car
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Later on tonight when I tuck you into bed
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Know your smiles always make me glad 	  	 and I all I want to do..... 	 
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is be your dad.


Verse III:
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There are many dads just like me  	 working secret jobs
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Puttin' groceries on the table  	 and keepin' the lights turned on
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And judges if you're listening  	 I hope when you quote the laws
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If you're not quoting from the Bible 	 You're going to answer to God

Prechorus II:
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I don't know where you learned your math 	 My kids there's ain't half that bad
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But you can bet your ass,  	  	 That I'm their dad.

Chorus 3:
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As we walk down by the lake  	 I hear the children say
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"Look over there daddy  	 I think I see a snake"
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I say be careful as you step    you know he's related to those judges (and the lawyers)
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And know your smiles always make me glad  and I all I want to do......
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is be your dad.

And all I want to do is be your dad