| Lately I’ve been in a life like limbo
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| Looking out of a smudged up window
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| We’re not sure where our lives are going
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| Friends, it’s summer outside but yet we’re snowed in
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| Don’t know where our next dollar’s coming from
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| Living the life of a poor musician
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| Headliner’s strong so he keeps his 9 to 5
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| Cutting brothers' hair as a means of staying alive
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| If it wasn’t for the rhythm
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| I think we would have given up by now
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| This system has gotten the best of me
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| Now I pray for God to invest in me
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| My dignity, invest his glory
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| Give me the strength so I can finish the story
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| Keep on searching for the right way to go out
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| Coz going out is what it’s all about
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| Huh! |
| You can’t be passive, gotta be active
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| Can’t go with what looks attractive
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| Gotta learn all I can while I’m able
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| Headliner expresses his feeling on those turntables
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| When we get our chance
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| To make a good living of the music we program
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| We don’t sell out just to be sold out
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| Brothers and sisters, do you know what I’m yapping about?
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| Coz if they take away our contract
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| We still got talent and we still got contacts
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| Coz we’re worked real hard to get this far
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| We were catching the bus before we bought the car
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| Ya see !
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| Give a man a fish, and he’ll eat for a day
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| Teach him how to fish and he’ll eat forever
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| Give a man a fish, and he’ll eat for a day
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| Teach him how to fish and he’ll eat forever
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| Got to get political
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| Political I gotta get
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| Grown but can’t hold my own
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| So this government needs to be overthrown
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| Brothers with the AKs and the 9 MMs
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| Need to learn how to correctly shoot’em
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| Save those rounds for a revolution
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| Poor whites and blacks bumrushing the system
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| But I tell you: Ain’t no room for gangstaz
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| Coz ganstaz do dirty work and get pimped by mobsters
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| Some fat Italian eating pasta 'n lobster
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| Brothers getting jailed and mobsters own the coppers
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| So you you want out of the ghetto
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| First the political prisoners must be let go
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| And you must let go of your power master
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| You’ll never get out without much discipline
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| Raise your fist but also raise your children
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| So when you die the movement moves on
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| Coz with no revolution, ain’t no future in front o' y’all
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| Haha! |
| Direct your anger, love
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| Nothing’s ever built on hate, instead love
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| Love your life, tackle the government
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| The spooks that break down the door are heaven sent
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| And my phrase went…
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| Give a man a fish, and he’ll eat for a day
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| Teach him how to fish and he’ll eat forever
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| Give a man a fish, and he’ll eat for a day
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| Teach him how to fish and he’ll eat forever
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| Alright !
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| Rhythm makes you move your body
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| Rrhythm makes you move your mind
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| Rhythm makes your elbows groove
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| Rhythm makes that behind move
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| Rhythm makes the people move
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| Rhythm makes you want to move
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| Rhythm makes your mind soothe
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| Next stop is Jerusalem |