| Of the house since his dad left, wake up, days feeling stressed
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| No stability, every year got a new address
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| Never change the view from this window, he seeing mad arrest
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| He saw his homie’s death, same age, same story
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| Questioned God, wonder why he would take a such young shorty
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| It ain’t even 8:40, already he thinking poorly
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| But still he’s the (Man)
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| His mom trust him now to lock the place down
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| Feed his younger brother and sister, make sure they both lay down
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| 'Fore she home, can’t be on the phone, gotta wake up early next morn'
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| He don’t have a lot of fun havin' to be so grown
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| At night he pray the world just throw him a bone, tired and stressed
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| His grades suffer now and they don’t know about home
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| So his teachers on his back again and don’t own Foams
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| Kids pick at him, now he feel he need those to belong
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| Daydreamin' 'bout a life livin' just like Puff Combs
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| On his walk to the crib he always hear several blown
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| Tryna think positive, but everything’s wrong
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| Why his daddy can’t be at home and be the motherfucking (Man?)
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| Now he gotta a little plan
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| He can sell a few rocks, maybe make a few grands
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| Take his family and move 'em and expand 'em to better lands
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| And be the motherfuckin', and be the motherfuckin'
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| (Man)
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| He’s… the man…
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| The man…
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| He’s… the man…
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| Yo, so he got money and stayed, but ain’t get out
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| Got a new whip now he pushin' worth 50 thou'
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| But his mom, brother, sister still livin' in public housing
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| He the man though, gotta put food in all they mouths
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| His dad skipped, now he’s the one to provide they outfits
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| They won’t get picked on like he did, under the couch is
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| A 9 milli', he gotta protect the fam, silly
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| Under circumstances he living to be the man really
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| Dad dropped by out the blue, he said «Damn, you ain’t the (Man)»
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| Look what I did fam
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| When you ain’t bother I stepped up to be the man, man
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| Now I’m the (Man)
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| Be out, yo, this my motherfuckin' house
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| See, I’m the (Man)
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| Around the way, I don’t respect ya
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| You just clown to me, yo, I reject ya
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| You gave me all this pressure, I wasn’t even a freshman
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| Since 13, man, shit, dawg, I been the (Man)
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| He’s… the man…
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| The man…
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| He’s… the man…
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| Yo, now this street life got him running, he always thinking 'bout the (Man)
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| And now he sets the scene of what he saw when he was ten
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| Out the window, while he sat thinking like (Man)
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| I wish It could better, man
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| I could be a doctor, a teacher, a lawyer talking evidence
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| Or I could be your weather (Man)
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| I had dreams and plans but gave it up to be the man, see
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| When my father didn’t bother, well, now I’m the (Man)
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| He’s… the man…
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| The man…
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| He’s… the man…
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| The man…
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| He’s… the man…
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| The man…
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| Come on family, take some time… Hmm
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| I pray to God you get it soon, I use Vidal Sassoon to clear my head
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| Shower and devour stress, I chose to wear a dress today
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| I got small breasts, but I love me (But I love me)
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| Do you love me? |
| (Do you love me?)
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| He says yes he does, I’m his everything (Yeah)
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| I don’t think love’s in a wedding ring, it’s a business
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| And I hear both sides lose interest
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| What’s endless has an ending
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| And I’m thinking damn, is this you and me one day? |
| (You and me one day?)
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| I don’t wanna fade away (F-fade away, f-fade away…)
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| Like a history, rock and roll, hip hop now but so-so- soul
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| Soul is what y’all singin'
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| Long as they payin', to newborns just a day in
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| Gotta make their life amazing
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| Don’t let the TV raise 'em, raise 'em, raise 'em
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| Tell 'em how we black as ravens, ravens, yeah
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| But they hatin' and they shoot us
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| When we march, they call us looters
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| Citizens, go get your Rugers (Get your Rugers)
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| Yea, used to have a peaceful mindset
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| But nowadays peace won’t come and justice or a bomb threat
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| Is how I feel
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| I need God to heal my heart
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| How we s’posed to not fight back?
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| Now we s’posed to not wage war?
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| I pray to God you get it soon
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| Another afternoon, different day, same story
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| More convos in our living rooms, huh, nah, we don’t need Maury
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| Yeah, confirming all your lies (Your lies)
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| It’s hard to tell our babies they don’t care about our lives (Care about our
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| lives)
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| Ask us why, why, 'cause why, they ask us, they ask us, why, why, why, why, why,
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| why?
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| They ask us why, why, why, why, why, why?
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| They ask us why, why, why, why, why, why?
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| «Why don’t people like me because of my color?»
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| «I don’t understand»
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| «Why am I different?»
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| «Why doesn’t my life matter?»
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| «I'm just like you»
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| «I'm no different»
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| «I'm a good kid»
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| «I like to play»
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| «I like to hang with my friends»
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| «Why is the world not in peace?»
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| «Yes»
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| «My dad said»
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| «When I get bigger»
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| «I have to be really careful»
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| «Around police»
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| «But why?»
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| «I thought police help us»
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| «I don’t understand»
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| «I don’t understand»
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| «Hello»
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| «I just want to say hello, mhmm, okay» |