| Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
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| Ooh child, thing’s get brighter
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| Yeah, now why they so worried about going to Mars
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| When there’s a million black seeds in Africa who starve?
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| Mad people over here keep losing they jobs
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| Half the hood in the ground, and the rest behind bars
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| We want the money, the ice, the crib and the cars
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| Yo, the sky’s the limit, so reach for the stars
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| But be careful of the choices you make, watch the snakes
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| Know who keep it real and who keep it real fake
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| And if you ever fall, you find out who’s your friend
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| You got to brush the dirt off then you get back up again
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| Uh, and then you get back up
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| And when you back up on your game, watch them pop back up
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| Now with friends like that, nigga, who needs enemies?
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| Me grab the mic and spit bullshit? |
| Nigga, please
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| I ain’t trying to shovel bullshit through your system
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| I’m only trying to drop some jewels, I hope you listen, so
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| Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
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| (When you caught up in the struggle and you just trying to get it right)
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| Ooh child, thing’s get brighter
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| (Bust ya ass everyday cuz you wanna live a better life)
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| Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
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| (If you focused)
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| Ooh child, thing’s get brighter
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| (Stay on your grind, it’s not hopeless)
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| Aiyo, why you looking so sad, it’s not that bad
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| Things could be worse, you could have a toe-tag
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| So wipe away your tears, and just be glad you’re here
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| You had worse things in life that you had to bare
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| A soft spot in my heart, so I had to care
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| I couldn’t stand by, watch a grown man cry
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| So I offer my condolence, and told him
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| To stand on his feet and walk to his destiny
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| I’m never gonna let these muthafuckas get the best of me
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| Addressing me, put up a fight or, put up your life
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| Put up or shut up, when you put up a price
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| I’m not a gambling man, so I put up the dice
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| I like control in the odds and, holding the cards
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| They brought drugs to the hood and they got sold to the Gods
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| But still through it all, we refuse to submit
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| And that’s why we choose to spit real shit, like
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| Time stand still on a day that’s slow
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| Bills piled up on the living room floor
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| Hard to work it out when it’s only just me
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| Even with the glasses, feel like I can’t see
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| Some days on my budget, I can’t even cop trees
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| They trying to break the God, and bring you down to my knees
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| Combined with these is the fact that my daughter’s far away
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| That’s why I speak to her daily so I know that she’s ok
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| But don’t pity on your boy, cuz I be aight
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| But everything come to light, and everyday’ll be bright
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| And ya mind and your body is solved
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| And the problems won’t seem to harm in your mental
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| And A.S.P.'s in your residential, that’s the cause
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| Of celebrating, where the babies could grow
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| And you ain’t gotta lock your doors, told to
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| Elimination of wars, where the diseases of the world is just a bygone
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| Some day, we’ll put it together and we’ll get it all done
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| Some day, your head is much wider
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| Some day, we’ll walk in the wings of a beautiful sun
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| Some day, then the rays is much brighter |