| Yeah
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| Close your eyes, fly with me Spark your lye, get high with me Raise your glass with me Come inside see
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| Come on, come on Close your eyes, let fly with me Light your lye, get high with me Raise your glasses
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| Verse 1: AZ Yo, blesses to the young ones trapped in the world
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| Never hate the next man that be tappin your girl
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| It’s just a hype, shoot anythings a man vision thru life
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| Help me to understand the chosen ones livin thru Christ
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| Blinded time from so many signs shown from greed
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| Tryin to calculate all the funds I blown from weed
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| Started out just a young shorty, wakin the rules
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| Turnin out to be the wise, educatin the fools
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| So many lost in these last days, closed curtains
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| Tryin to change from my past ways, I’m soul searchin
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| Diggin deep, tryin to feel within, it’s real ill
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| Takin time just to chill with friends we still bill
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| Always told when I kick it with moms, to stay strong
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| Watch out for them bitches that’s wicked, they play wrong
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| Keep your game strong, maintain yourself and live
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| Star bless the kids, soon sometin gotta give
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| Chorus: Monifa
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| The last days, are comin
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| Towards you, it’s time to build
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| I need a time that’s real
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| The last days, are comin
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| Towards you, it’s time to build
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| AZ turnin the deal
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| Verse 2: AZ You got to know when your end is near, I been there
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| Seen years disappear in thin air, nobody wins here
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| Swore on the population, we fightin blind
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| For sure, we need to stop the hatin, enlightin minds
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| Many die from a tragic death, in cold blood
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| Behoggin niggas lost or lack respect, show love
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| Sometime I wonder, was we ever free? |
| High officials
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| they move so cleverly, don’t ever sleep
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| Got my mind on the proverbs, ecclesiastics
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| These Bible words, so absurb, I read em backwards
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| They open doors, gave me a cause to stay swift
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| And reward, it gave me the sword to stay rich
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| Understandin is the best part, besides that
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| I fell-a off to a fresh start, no time to sidetrack
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| So much more still to come, it seems strange
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| I was much more iller young, but things change
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| Tryin to grow old, so many sights to see
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| Told it never fold, just more righteously, you know?
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| Verse 3: AZ I never knew any Bloods and Crips, but they exist
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| In New York, it’s just thugs and clicks, we offer tips
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| Makin moves, tryin to stay afloat, it get deep
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| In these streets, you either stay or walk, or get beat
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| So strategise like the wise king, respect due
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| Brothers get high and let they mind scheme, I got Tek cool
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| In this world where so many stress, understand
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| ain’t nuttin left but the thoughts of death, we’re sons of man
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| So off track it’s a shame to see, it’s open season
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| Got police movin dangerously, for no reason
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| Hopin soon we can all adapt, get wise
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| It build lies, it was all a trap, in disguise
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| Assassinated by my own kind, so why ask
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| Because blacks to have a closed mind, deal with facts
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| Keep your eyes open, never rock yourself to sleep
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| Love to the East, let the dead rest in peace
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| Outro: Monifa
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| We gotta do, what we gotta do Brothers, sisters, you gotta wake up, you gotta wake up Ain’t nothin gonna come from this
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| We gotta make it right now, we gotta make it right now, now
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| Oooohoho, think about them babies
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| Yeah, think about the babies
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| Ooooohh, what kind of… |