| My skin could never no curse, no it can’t
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| I wear it like a prom tuxedo
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| I wear my hair as if its the sun and…
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| each and every dread is a powerful light ray
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| never wanted things to be in reverse cuz
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| GOD makes waves wise travellers so my views of this world are ever growing
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| thus ever growing is the way one must view me A soul of conviction unjustly convicted
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| happy tv commercials and bi-racial shows
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| the smell of reality still burns my nose
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| not content until it smells like a rose
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| whether it’s in syle to keep the fight
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| I tread these waters and make my waves yes I do And I will fight until my dying day
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| And even after that my ghost resides with pride
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| Forward ever backward never
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| day by day these trials I trod
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| Always triumphant never fail
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| We’ve come too far to turn back now
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| I won’t turn back I move
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| My blood is thicker than the waters of any flood
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| Here I am facing the almighty herself
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| If she approves then I am saved
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| Clear of trouble is the path I pave
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| for generations to walk and run
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| Whether it’s in style to keep the fight
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| I tread these waters and make waves GOD knows
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| and I will fight until my dying day
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| and even after that my ghost resides with pride |