| All that I am
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| All that I know
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| All that I ever will be and though
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| Out of the mouth of a black man scorned
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| I see you laughing with swollen eyes
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| Life beat a mother when you’re playing the losing side
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| But I, dream deferred
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| Vision’s blurred
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| A hustle served
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| And anyone who would listen, respect is earned
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| A lesson’s learned
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| How many sleepless night’s have you
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| How many?
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| How many shift the state have you watched it turn it to fade away
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| While you use all tricks to backtrack
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| Try to be right and exact
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| But lack of paper will make a nigga act
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| Like a nigga, forget that he black
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| Moms is working two jobs
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| Pops is worshiping two gods
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| Yo hard times at the bar downtown
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| Wondering, what’s on God’s mind
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| Truth is born
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| From the soul of a black man sworn
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| To barren streets from the east, souls get raised
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| Diamonds reflect
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| Pimped out days where my uncle lays his game down
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| He’s in the galaxy of game and never came down
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| He’s from the same town
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| I mean planet as them, ya know
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| Donald Goines and Iceberg Slim
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| Had a precious angel sharpest in the stable
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| Blond wig, with a pierced naval
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| He branded her his angel
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| In disguise
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| Eating his pockets and feeding him lies
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| After a few broken arms and black guys
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| She wrote a book to make his favor rise
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| Then sold to a system where he’ll never breathe again
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| Down to Earth just to leave again |