| Lord, You know I don’t wanna write this
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| But it’s all I can think about
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| As soon as I picked up my pen
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| This is what the ink started bleedin' out
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| Woke up this morning, timeline hella thick
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| Folks like «Biz, did you hear about Connecticut
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| At the elementary… school?»
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| No, I didn’t, so I turned the news on, but I saw him and he hella sick
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| A dude ran up in a school, with his tools drawn
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| Clips flyin', 26 lyin' on the school floor
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| 20 of 'em kids, homie picture that
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| Parents gotta live with the fact they won’t get 'em back
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| Shot like 50, but they ain’t get to rap
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| When you’re 6 to 7 and you done ate 9, homie it’s a wrap
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| Seein' what we become got me finna snap
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| Heaven’s home, this hellhole is just where I’m at
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| So many of the things that I see here
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| Got me feelin' like I don’t wanna be here
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| But I know there’s a reason, I’m still breathin'
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| And the Lord’s keepin' me here
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| But I can’t just sit back and watch 'em pass away
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| When I know, I know, I know, I know that there’s a better way
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| Better way
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| Lord, help me understand I won’t always understand
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| As long as you a God and I am just a man
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| Who am I to say we should move God’s hand?
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| And who is men to have to improve God’s plan?
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| They’re like «Where is your God?» |
| I’m like «I don’t know
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| When you kicked him outta your schools, where’d you tell Him to go?»
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| You know, we forget about the Lord when that plane flying
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| But how fast we remember when that plane diving.
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| Sick of this place I’m in
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| We kill 3500 children a day and remain silent
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| Maybe it’s late timing
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| If he would have caught 'em in '05 with different tools we would have stayed
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| quiet
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| Maybe he misunderstood
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| Maybe he thought, what he was doin' was all good
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| Maybe what he heard was «school» and «kill 'em in the room»
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| When you really said it’s cool to kill 'em in the womb.
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| So many of the things that I see here
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| Got me feelin' like I don’t wanna be here
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| But I know there’s a reason, I’m still breathin'
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| And the Lord’s keepin' me here
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| But I can’t just sit back and watch 'em pass away
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| When I know, I know, I know, I know that there’s a better way
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| Better way |