| Your crown has been bought and paid for
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| All you have to do is wear it
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| I know your anger, the rage, pain, indifference
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| Thought by 2018, you’d see somethin' different
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| Tried everything not be swallowed by bitterness
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| So you whisper when your heart turns cold, you caught the spirit
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| It’s been a long road, short lies foretold by another
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| Worked in a house, over the stoves, they be mothers, hoes, monkeys, niggas,
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| negroes, those that take a needle
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| Strange fruit juice sold by Dole, America’s favorite drink, yo
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| Sweet to the taste, cause amnesia, a need to erase
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| Addictive, the smell of blood favorin' the perfume spray
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| Cornrows in Paris at a fashion week runway
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| She’s gotta have it, long as she ain’t us, some days, uh
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| My heart aches till the dungeon shakes
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| Heavy the head that wear the mask, brother of the face
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| Not the one a motherfucker wanna ask to explain
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| Pain got my patience thinner than a nigga Baldwin fee
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| (It must be gone)
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| Wear your crown (Uh)
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| Baldwin’s crown (Put it on, uh, uh)
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| Wear your crown (Uh huh)
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| Baldwin’s crown (What happen?)
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| What happen to wounds that we never see?
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| To stay safe, all implored for applause on the world stage
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| For Claude McKay, for James, my grandmother Hattie May
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| Crack-cocaine, what Reagan did to my daddy veins
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| What happen to the blade the day Beloved passed away?
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| Mental health, Nina Simone, Donny Hathaway
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| Found that I was on verge of a psychotic break
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| Last week, two tweets away from billhooks, killing rage
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| Used to ask myself, «How much more can I take?»
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| Till I recognized it wasn’t mine in the first place, uh
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| Blood of the humans that slave
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| Nannies, maids, sharecroppers, entertainers in cage, bird
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| Carnegie Hall sold out, standin' applause
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| can’t walk his horn through the front door
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| For black boys with hoop dreams, sent up state or murdered unarmed
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| For Trayvon, this crown is bought and paid for
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| Wear your crown (Uh, put it on)
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| Baldwin’s crown (It's yours, just put it on)
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| Wear your crown (Uh)
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| Baldwin’s crown (Uh)
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| Well, I know this, and anyone who has ever tried to live knows this:
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| now what you say about somebody else, anybody else, reveals you
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| Now here in this country we’ve got something called a nigga. |
| There’s no such
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| term, I beg you to remark, exists in any other country in the world.
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| We have invented the nigga. |
| I didn’t invent it. |
| White people invented it
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| I’ve always known, I had to know by the time I was seventeen years old,
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| what you were describing was not me and what you were afraid of was not me.
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| It had to be something else. |
| You had invented it. |
| So it had to be something
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| you were afraid of and you invested me with it
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| (Wear your crown)
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| (Baldwin's crown)
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| Now that so, no matter what you’ve done to me, I can say to you this,
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| and I mean it
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| (Wear your crown)
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| I know you can’t do anymore and I got nothing to lose. |
| And, I know and I’ve
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| always known
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| (Baldwin's crown)
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| (Wear your crown)
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| And really always, that’s a part of the agony, I have always known that I’m not
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| a nigga
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| (Baldwin's crown)
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| But if I am not the nigga, and if it’s true that your invention reveals you,
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| then who is a nigga?
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| (Wear your crown)
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| (Baldwin's crown)
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| I am not the victim here. |
| I know one thing from another. |
| I know was born,
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| I’m going to suffer and I’m going to die. |
| The only way you get through life is
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| know the worst things about it. |
| I know that a person is more important than
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| anything else, anything else. |
| I learned this because I’ve had to learn it.
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| But you still think, I gather, that the nigga is necessary
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| Well it’s unnecessary to me so it must be necessary to you. |
| And I give you your
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| problem back
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| You’re the nigga baby. |
| It isn’t me |