| I told you so, I told you
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| We are the ones, yeah
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| Cause 'Pac (What?) did a lot more for me than Barack
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| Salute
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| La, da-da, da, da, da, da
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| We’re not afraid to lose everything we got, nah
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| Cause all we really got is our word, word, word
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| The pen is greater than the sword
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| La, da-da, da, da, da, da
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| By the people, for the people
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| Seem like you only look out for your sort of people
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| I look around, it’s more evil
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| Gotta see it in me
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| You see, um
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| Everyday we closer to that funeral
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| Everyday a struggle, but the struggle still beautiful
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| And doctors don’t got patience for their patients
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| So they just send them to that pharmaceutical
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| We tell 'em that they need drugs
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| But I know that they need love
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| I ain’t scared of that war or the violence
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| The thing I’m more terrified of is (Silence)
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| I wanna snatch my generation out this apathy
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| Gotta do that now 'fore this voice grow out of reach
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| And what we feedin' people that’s a tragedy
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| So what you want, the chemicals or calories?
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| Nobody taught us how to eat
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| Momma gon' work the sixty hour weeks
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| What’s for dinner?
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| Well, what’s quicker and cheap
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| You got remote parents, you’ll be raised by the TV
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| My momma worked the night shift
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| Still made it out to every single game
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| While my father sat at home
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| I promise when I have my own that we will never be the same
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| Vendetta
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| Look I told you so, I told you
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| We are the ones
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| Cause 'Pac (What?) did a lot more for me than Barack
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| (That's a lot)
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| Salute
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| La, da-da, da, da, da, da
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| Look, Mr., Mr. or Mrs. Government Official
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| We just won’t listen
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| You can’t relate to how we livin' from where you’re sittn'
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| That’s why the artist got more influence than the politician
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| This my generation
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| We know the news never tell the truth
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| So we go to Twitter for our information
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| It’s so fast, ya’ll seem slow to us
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| By the time you print it tomorrow it’s old to us
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| We are the ones that you used to be
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| Brave idealists with a dream who went corrupted by the cream, yeah
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| This pen is not for sale
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| They nickel and dime’n
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| We still throwin' quarters in a wishin' well
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| And I know you can’t imagine losin' a lifestyle that you so used to havin'
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| And, yo, we still make decisions for the fact that they’re awesome
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| Not just for the profit margin
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| Hold up, how I’m talkin?
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| I got excess, others got need
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| I gotta answer to God for all of these sneaks
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| I got a hundred pairs, but only two feet
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| God forgive me, I’ve been thinkin' 'bout me
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| We point fingers at people who sin different, skin different
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| But the same color we bleed
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| You wanna know the real problem in America?
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| Always has been and it always will be, me
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| If you had any other answer you’ve been deceived
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| We’ve been lookin' for salvation in education
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| Money, leaders, and policies
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| But we got a bigger need
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| We got a sin debt that we inherited
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| We divide ourself by class, skin color, and our heritage
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| Well, our Creator bankrupt the heaven so that we could all be there with Him
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| Brothers and sisters
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| I told you so
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| I told you
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| We are the ones
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| Cause 'Pac (What?) did a lot more for me than Barack
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| Salute
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| La, da-da, da, da, da, da
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| We’re not afraid to lose everything we got
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| Cause all we really got is our word, word, word
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| The pen is greater than the sword
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| La, da-da, da, da, da, da |