| I tried to take the high road
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| Let bygones be bygones
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| I tried to take the high road
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| But now another life’s gone
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| What you expect from me?
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| To turn the other cheek?
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| All you bring is war, asking me for peace
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| What you expect from me, when all you bring is greed
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| All you bring is war, asking me for peace
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| But now I gotta piece piece piece
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| But now I gotta piece piece piece
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| But now I gotta piece piece piece
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| But now I gotta piece piece piece
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, they say let’s make America great again
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| Except for the slavery and genocide
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| When we killed all the natives and steal their tribes
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| And the time we denied the women’s rights, huh
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| Talkin' 'bout great, like the AIDS outbreak
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| Like when they brought crack cocaine to the hood
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| Like when they brought heroin to the states
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| Look, justice is not on the internet
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| Equality don’t have a Twitter account
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| The last words that a man should ever hear
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| Should never be, «Get on the ground»
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| Our culture so misunderstood, it’s cloudy up over the hood
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| I’m thinkin' about packin' my bags and leavin' this country for good
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| Glock, Glock in my car for your probable cause
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| 'Cause even the law don’t follow the law
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| Guess it’s my fault for being black
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| A country built on my people backs
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| Up in first class, yeah, my seat is back
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| Even when I’m bored and I’m tryna see my past
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| Tell me, if you had a chance, would you go back in time to see the past?
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| Waitin', waitin', waitin' for reparation
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| For the end of segregation
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| All we got was a month and a television station
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| All they teach is slavery and we celebrate it
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| They turn the cheek if we should perish, huh
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| But just remember you can’t spell America without Eric, Bandz
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| I tried to take the high road
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| Let bygones be bygones
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| I tried to take the high road
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| But now another life’s gone
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| What you expect from me?
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| To turn the other cheek?
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| All you bring is war, asking me for peace
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| What you expect from me, when all you bring is greed
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| All you bring is war, asking me for peace
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| But now I gotta piece piece piece
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| But now I gotta piece piece piece
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| But now I gotta piece piece piece
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| But now I gotta piece piece piece
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| Yeah, yeah
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| By any means necessary
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| Lately too many mommas out here bearin' babies
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| Really ain’t safe 'round here no more
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| Scared of the law when they head outdoors
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| And will we ever be at peace, man? |
| I ain’t sure
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| But for now I’m like Malcolm out the window, it’s simple altercation
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| Got these motherfuckers blazin'
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| And I ain’t tryna say bye to my kinfolk
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| They choke us out like what they need a noose for?
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| Gentrify like fuck wherever you go
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| Prison walls nowadays big biz
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| Give us dope then lock us up to get riches
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| Then send us out to a job we can’t get
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| You had that nigga flipped now you back in the system
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| That’s a cold game, man, aww dog
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| If there’s a God pray she listenin'
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| The president don’t give a fuck about us
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| The government don’t give a fuck either
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| They talkin' make America great again
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| I just wanna save my people
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| I just want that 40 acres and a mule
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| Another promise didn’t fall through
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| Just a whole lot of propaganda and lyin' to me and you
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| I tried to take the high road
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| I tried to take the high road
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| Let bygones be bygones
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| I tried to take the high road
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| But now another life’s gone
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| What you expect from me?
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| To turn the other cheek?
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| All you bring is war, asking me for peace
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| What you expect from me, when all you bring is greed
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| All you bring is war, asking me for peace
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| But now I gotta piece piece piece
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| But now I gotta piece piece piece
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| But now I gotta piece piece piece
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| But now I gotta piece piece piece
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| Yeah, yeah |