| Tell me why, why you wanna cry?
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| Tell me why, why you wanna cry?
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| Nobody’s crying on for justice
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| And everyone is crying on for peace
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| They can’t hold us, they can’t please
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| A hungry man is an angry man
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| And the war will never cease
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| Melicious soldier person make me hold them oh freeze
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| Hey you Mr. Sky Man, mister, hold on please
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| Can you show some love and put your minds at ease
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| I no bow down to them fame, like a piece, I can’t contain
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| And all you stand alone, in out the rain
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| All over the world, too much is too much
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| And I done been all over the globe, aiyo, you know enough is enough
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| Many families going to bed without a decent meal in they table
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| Babies crying with these soul of melodies
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| And they can’t help themselves, they need the world to hear me It’s fucked up, the population’s mind shackled up By some are mesmerized by a fucking pimp cup
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| With the zillionaire big time ballers
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| Every where in the world, put five in the bum’s cup
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| And I ain’t trynna scape goat the powers structure
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| Cause the powers structure’s, heading for destruction
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| Matter of fact, yo it was built on destruction
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| I’m trynna look into the eyes of my brothers
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| Each one, teach one, we are all brothers
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| Get ya weight up, the situation ain’t going nowhere
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| I can rhyme it til I’m blue in the face, so when the world cares
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| Everytime you read all that
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| Everyday another innocent, end up dead
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| More wickedness, to all of them, spread out dead
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| In the ghetto, youth will shine
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| And I tell 'em them can’t find no bread out there
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| People upset out there, well I teach another gangsta
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| Sure, we dead out there
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| Cause things themma do, we should reject out there
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| But instead out there, nobody never fling a stone
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| Now flat out, yet all dead
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| We praise a spiritual vibe, to bring a state of unity
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| Master playa haters out in the community
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| And global genocide’s, babylon’s comodity
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| While selficiousness, plays the mind of humanity
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| With media and propaganda, causing insanity
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| And self endulgence tastes sweeter than candy
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| We got women, plus the men hypnotized by vanity
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| Understand, one race, one family
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| You wanna pretend, but you be tough
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| Because the food that you eat, look like it not enough
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| And you want to be real, but you got to be rough
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| And the whole town repent, for a basket from a fruit
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| Rappin’in boots, but ya’ll handcuffs
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| Working for this system, they got you by crutch
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| And go in your cocoon, and invite the rush
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| Don’t step on your toe, when the hearing say hush |