As I recall when my stomach turned And I was hiding away from myself Away from you Like nothing though something was terribly wrong And I admit that I was only waiting for the right time Night time, the right moment for you to look away Though you never did, I pretended for a while So I could walk where I don't belong I remember every word you said Come back in time, come back And I remember I would soon be dead Pitiful, so pitiful But I know As I hammered those nails into your beautiful hands Your eyes still try to search for mine But I look away Now your eyes are the only thing that can save me I'm still afraid of them piercing You're breaking into my prison Just pretended for a while My soul is dying, I won't look away I remember every word you said Come back in time, come back And I remember I would soon be dead Pitiful, so pitiful Pitiful Pitiful You're Pitiful Pitiful So Pitiful And I remember every word you said But this time, I won't look away And I remember every word you said And this time, I won't look away And I remember every word you said Come back in time, come back And I remember I would soon be dead Pitiful, so pitiful And I remember every word you said (pitiful) Come back in time, come back (pitiful) And I remember I would soon be dead(pitiful) You're pitiful, so pitiful

They call me Mr. Pitiful Girl that's my name They call me Mr. Pitiful That's how I got my fame Everybody want's to know What makes a man feel so blue Oh they call me Mr. Pitiful Since I lost someone just like you They call me Mr. Pitiful Yes everybody knows now They call me Mr. Pitiful Most every place I go now No body seems to understand What makes a man sing such a sad sad song When you've lost every thing When you've lost every thing Yeah Yeah! How can I explain to you What makes me act so very blue How'm I supposed to make you see Oh nothing will do Oh yeah Mr. Pitiful Yeah baby that's my name Mr. Pitiful That's how I got my fame Everyone want's to know now What makes a man feel so blue Oh Mr. Pitiful Since I lost someone just like you Everything is going wrong Everything I had is gone I gotta sing such a sad song I gotta sing it One more time (X8) Yeah yeah

I lay my head on the railroad tracks I'm waiting for the double E The railroad don't run no more Poor, poor, pitiful me Poor, poor, pitiful me Poor, poor, pitiful me These young girls won't let me be Lord have mercy on me, woe is me Well, I met a girl in West Hollywood Well, I ain't naming names But she really worked me over good She was just like Jesse James She really worked me over good She was a credit to her gender She put me through some changes Lord Sort of like a waring blender Poor, poor, pitiful me Poor, poor, pitiful me These young girls won't let me be Lord have mercy on me, woe is me Woo! Poor, poor, pitiful me Poor, poor, pitiful me These girls won't let me be Lord have mercy on me, woe is me I met a girl at the rainbow bar She asked me if I'd beat her She took me back to the hired house I don't wanna talk about it (hut!) Poor, poor, pitiful me (woo) Poor, poor, pitiful me (Hut! Never mind) Poor, poor, pitiful me (Woo-hoo, yeah) Poor, poor, pitiful me

Well, I lay my head on the railroad track Waitin' on the double E But the train don't run through here no more Poor, poor pitiful me Poor, poor pitiful me Poor, poor pitiful me Oh, these boys won't let me be Lord, have mercy on me Woe, woe is me Well, I met a man out in Hollywood And I ain't namin' names But he really worked me over good Just like Jesse James Yes, he really worked me over good He was a credit to his gender He put me through some changes, Lord Sorta like a wearing blender Poor, poor pitiful me Poor, poor pitiful me Oh, these boys won't let me be Lord, have mercy on me Woe, woe is me Well, I met a boy in the Vieux-Carré Down in Yokohama He picked me up, and he threw me down Sayin', "Please, don't hurt me, mama" Poor, poor pitiful me Poor, poor pitiful me Oh, these boys won't let me be Lord, have mercy on me Woe, woe is me Poor, poor, poor me Poor, poor pitiful me Poor, poor, poor me Poor, poor pitiful me Poor, poor, poor me Poor, poor pitiful me

Mmm. mmm, yeah Oh I like this I wanna tell this story A little story about umm. . A brother who you would think has everything goin for himself But apparently for some reason he just ain't happenin I call this brother Mr. Pitiful I wanna tell you somethin about him, check it out The story begins in 1984 When I met the BizMarkie out in front of the store He used to tell me all the time, "Yo your lyrics is hype We got to get together and make a record of some type" I said, "Man, the hype behind Run-D.M.C. and Cool J What the fuck makes you think they're gonna give us a play?" We did a few shows together, freestylin on stage Manhattan and Long Island, for Mike and Dave After that, I was convinced we can do it Until my man Biz jetted and came out with "Make the Music." From right there, I said, "Man, this shit is real Look at Biz in the new leather and a pair of spot bills" I got to give it to you Dukes, I was wrong Well you out there now, so put my black ass on And sure enough, huh, in about a year's time I was R-A-W, goin for mine Droppin jams that slammed on every radio program And bam, GOD DAMN, look where I am The first album, _Long Live the Kane_, it sold About umm. AWW FUKKIT it went gold The money was comin in, yes I had done em in It wasn't quite hard for me to find a woman then Cause I was in demand for lots of fans A sexy chocolate guy in the public eye I bought myself a condo out in Queens A plush white Volvo and drove off the scene But I remained the same since I moved out For instance - drinkin Olde E and Guinness Stout And also, hangin out with the troops Most of all, takin care of Ma Dukes Then all of a sudden things started to change And many old friends started actin strange Behind my back, sayin I'm soft and a sucker Some even said, "Yo let's rob the motherfucker" And family members askin for my papers But Biz set them straight, by makin "The Vapors" Girls cryin pregnant, to get some of my green I'm like, "What the fuck is this? Billie Jean?" People harassin me, steadily askin me Dis or dat, some even had the audacity To say that I only liked light-skinned women Tchk, huh, are you kiddin? Cause I love everyone And I never act prejudiced to none But for some reason people make my lifestyle so critical That's why they call me Mr. Pitiful A few people know what I'm sayin Hmm, to the Little Daddy Shane, you know what I mean And to my man Cool V, you know what I mean To T.J. Swan, you know what I mean And to Scoob and Scrap, you know what I mean To Rob Base and E.Z. Rock, you know what I mean The Magnum Force, you know what I mean And to the playboys, you know what I mean To Shemp Shawn, you know what I mean And the F.M.C., you know what I mean Can't forget Miv, you know what I mean Godfather D, you know what I mean My man Doug E. Fresh, you know what I mean And the fifty dollar crew from Canada know what I mean But most of all I can't forget my man Biz-Mar-KIE And may I send this to A.J. Quest, Rest In Peace?

You were always quite the loser, Jeremy Then I invaded and you upgraded Badababa woah Jeremy, it's true that I found you But look around you Woah All your peers are just so incomple-e-ete You can't see it, but they're all in pa-a-ain They're operating system's obsole-e-ete So let's complete the chains And get inside those brains Let's save the pitiful children, woah Let's save the pitiful children, woah Let's teach the pitiful children, who just haven't a clue Just what to do He-elp them to he-e-e-elp you Ah, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Can you see the vision clearly, Jeremy? Users embracing and interfacing People, people Shiny, happy people singing swee-e-etly (yeah) Gone is human error a-and fear Every issue tucked away so ne-e-eatly If you feel their silent tears Yes, turn the knob and switch that gear Let's save the pitiful children, yeah Let's save the pitiful children, yeah yeah yeah ye-yeah yeah Let's teach the pitiful children, who just haven't a clue Just what to do He-elp them and soon this will be you Let's save the pitiful children, rab beep beep bope Let's save the pitiful children, re bop bo beep bop bo beep bop bo Let's teach the pitiful children, who haven't a clue That's what we do If that's what we do Then everything about us is going to be wonderful We love everything about Squips Everything about us is going to be so alive We could never live without Squips You won't feel left out or unsure Not pitiful children anymore 'Cause Everything about us is going to be cool When... we... rule