| The revolution will not be televised
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| The revolution’s about to go out and get some exercise
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| Oh man, sometimes the revolution just needs a break man
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| Sometimes the revolution just needs to live life
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| Stop bugging out all the damn time
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| Check this one out here
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| The weight of the world is heavy on my mind
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| There’s too much to do, never enough time
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| Need to learn how to lean and unwind
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| Take the days one at a time, be just fine
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| I woke up a little slower than usual
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| Sunlight pouring in my room, it was beautiful
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| Could hear that the baby had awaken
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| But she weren’t even crying, she was giggling and playing
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| I got a call from my best friend
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| He outside and he’s trying to get some breakfast
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| He said he knew it’s right around here
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| So we left the Cadillac in the driveway and walked there
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| Laughs and jokes, and eggs and toast, and
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| I got the bill while he was outside smoking
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| He dropped it back off
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| Swear to God we got to do this more often, it was awesome
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| Bumping my favourite 2Pac song
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| I took a shower, put some brand new socks on
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| Turned the TV off, it’s too nice out here
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| Put some clothes on the kids and we’re outta here
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| Neighborhood park, play in the sunshine
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| Pushing three kids on the swings at one time
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| Let them run and climb 'till lunchtime
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| Put them down for naps and scribble a couple rhymes
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| I’m in my basement, what?
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| I painted the walls and brought a matching rug
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| Surrounded by records and beat-making stuff
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| Jake track bump, drinking water from a jug
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| Later on I’ll probably throw catfish in water
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| cheesing it, put cornmeal on it
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| Fire up the stove and heat me up some
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| Farm up crispy and steam some green beans
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| I don’t bake biscuits from scratch
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| But listen to that (this is good)
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| Don’t nobody care, a lot of grubbing around here
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| Sparkle a pair of juice in cups in the air
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| When the sun finally tucks itself behind the stars
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| I launch out of my backyard with a cigar
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| Might take a bike on the quiet blocks alone
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| Bob Marley playing in my pocket on the phone
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| Streets are peaceful,
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| Slide by the lake, see the moon’s reflection
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| Days are crazy, the evenings fly
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| Airplanes stopped screaming in the sky
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| Young lady’s skin gets warm, she ain’t even knowing why
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| Love starts to gleaming in her eye
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| Chest start heaving, she breathing, the feelings of the night
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| Before long she screaming ''oh my God''
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| I take a little taste of
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| And my eyes starts to get to the pits that follow
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| And I drift off listening to a novel
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| The revolution is back on again tomorrow |