| Now, I was told to never bite off more then I could chew
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| But then you better bite enough for if you don’t, my boy, you’re blue
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| Now I wonder, can others see the system that I see
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| Or do they see and say they don’t and blame it on society?
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| The days I’ve spent on Earth come to over just eight thousand
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| And as I live and learn because there’s always someone mouthing
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| Speaking on an issue, praise you or they diss you
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| Long as I am strong, the words fly by me like Scott tissue
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| My people, from nigga to negro to man of color
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| Killed my father and my brother so that you could rape my mother
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| Now you wonder, why is it through instinct you fear
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| Wouldn’t dare me to stare, one for yourself, you’re out of here
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| Not to worry, to harm you not intention of my creed
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| But to stop your greed and give me what I need
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| Opportunity, for a life for me
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| And generations to come with in tranquility
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| Now harmony, is a total love of things
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| For those who are inclined or better yet like to sing
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| But piece of mind it is my right for the spark will ignite
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| 'Till I can catch a cab at Midtown at midnight
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| 'Till I can be myself and not be thought as worse
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| 'Till I can buy a slice from Howard Beach to the 'Hurst
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| 'Till I can get the pill without fear of eject
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| And occupations which I seek I can have if I select
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| Now if I so select and reach out to make touch
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| How can you say that I ask for too much?
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| Don’t speak to me if good times are granted 'till I be
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| Don’t tell me of the countries or the islands that you seek
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| Don’t tell me to keep trying, you know I won’t agree
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| Double negative means positively black with N. V
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| As a player of the game, of the lifetime game I’m playing
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| I bet you’re nodding, shake your head to what I’m saying
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| It’s keep then but those of men color of skin could even begin to wonder
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| What is it to ponder to let another bother
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| Listen, stay open not dismissing
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| Lack of vision makes division product no ambition
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| Wishes which you wish upon you wish were more than dishes
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| If I wish not to record steady now then I wash dishes
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| Wish while I wash, the water hot gets colder
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| Black I’m saying that in fact the dish gets clean and I get older
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| Seemingly so, the dishes will grow to dishes far beyond me
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| Lost my wish and broke a dish so now I’m wishy-washy
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| Understand foundation, create my own creation
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| If dumb and pumping jump, then get no ovation
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| But only restriction, boom penes a lot of friction
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| I then wash a dish with out pay? |
| Boom! |
| N.W.A
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| Think I’m lying? |
| Black I’m crying, salted tear would turn to crystal
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| Crystals forming on my dishes so I wash them 'til dismissal
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| Wash until my prints are wrinkled then they let me go
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| I know not where I’m going so I know not where I go
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| My people give me money, but the money much too low
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| For me to meet the match of present day so I still need more dough
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| Conjure up a suit, I wish that it were cute
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| Borrow a token and a smoking I begin a wish less hope
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| Intervening, application leads me on into frustration
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| And duration of my time is spent with lack of occupation
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| Time to go for what I know. |
| I know not of what I wish
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| But of soap and a towel and some water and a dish
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| But lay o.k. |
| cause you can get the play
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| I pick your style, your smile shown bright about a mile away
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| But anyway, another day, in the land of shove
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| Just living in the life of who?
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| A black man on a green land with a blue skyline
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| Don’t tell me I’m color blind
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| I’m seeing system is hard to believe in
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| Underneath the underside I’m underachieving
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| Bust my ass in school, to be a certified fool
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| Now intellect of curb is my only tool
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| But street game is so uncouth
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| I took the SAT and that’s the sad-ass truth
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| I’m not gliding but I’m striving hanging on by a thread and it’s called
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| surviving
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| Hang on, hang on, hang on, y’all
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| Walk the street and keep you head so tall
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| For time is short, no time is bought
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| You’re only in the wrong if you get caught
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| So kick in doors, bang on walls, shout in halls
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| Get yours, y’all, get yours |