| We could be free
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| If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
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| One thing I believe I could learn
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| To see my enemy as my brother
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| Then we could be free, truly
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| And love could wash away our sorrows
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| I’m not afraid to bleed
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| If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow
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| One day I dream of telling my momma
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| «You ain’t gotta work no more»
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| Same for my father, born in Ghana, down on that dirt road floor
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| As far as he came I can’t complain, but pain is so subjective
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| Spend so much time countin' issues, I forget to count
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| My blessings
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| Watch my cousins back at home, getting water out a well
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| While I watch my brother stacking stone, whippin' water by the scale
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| Tryna' get a mill' on the other side
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| They ain’t got a meal, we don’t recognize we in heaven
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| So we think we live in hell
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| It’s been getting kinda hard to tell
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| But
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| Sometimes I wake up and I look up at the sky
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| Asking why I’m alive when the realest niggas died
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| And my pride won’t let me give up, lord as hard as I try
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| In those times I try to remember
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| That we could be free
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| If we only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
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| One day, I believe I’d learn
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| To see my enemy as my brother
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| Then we could be free, truly
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| And love could wash away our sorrows
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| I’m not afraid to bleed
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| If it means, we’ll make them better today not tomorrow
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| I don’t want to wait for the afterlife
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| I don’t want a vigil by candle light
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| I don’t want to be the new sacrifice
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| I don’t want to turn into a poltergeist
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| Be a ghost at night full of broken dreams
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| Momma cryin' at an open casket
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| Cold as ice in a suit, 3 piece
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| All dressed up for Sunday masses
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| Pastor said put faith in God
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| But faith alone can’t make things right
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| Who the fuck is you to patronize
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| Somebody’s son whose daddy died?
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| Why they flood Baton Rouge?
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| Why the city singing Alton’s blues?
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| Why, why, why, why?
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| I feel like Jadakiss every time I watch the news
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| What the fuck I got to lose?
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| So I’m down to bleed if it means things improve
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| You fools, saying «all lives matter»
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| But it’s black lives you refuse include
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| Blocked from the polls
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| Locked in the hood, trying to stop you from voting and stop you from growing
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| And cops keep blowing and blowing
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| Keep black people locked into cotton
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| They don’t want you to own, but
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| Sometimes I wake up and I look up in the sky
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| Asking why I survived all the days that I could have died
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| Who am I in my place
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| To contemplate suicide?
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| In those times I try to remember
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| That we could be free, truly
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| If we’d only knew we were slaves to the pains of each other
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| But I believe I’d learn
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| To see my enemy as my brother
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| Then we could be free, you and me
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| And we could wash away our sorrows
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| I’m not afraid to bleed, if it means
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| We’ll make them better today not tomorrow
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| Love (love)
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| Love (love)
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| To love my enemy as my brother
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| (Yeah yeah yeah)
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| Make my enemy my brother
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| Woah, oh, oh, oh
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| Enemy my brother |