| I used to think I hated this place
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| Couldn’t wait to tell the president straight to his face
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| But lately I changed, nowadays I embrace it all
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| Beautiful ideals and amazing flaws
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| Got to care enough to give a testament'
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| Bout the deeply depressing mess we’re in
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| It’s home so we better make the best of it
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| I wanna make this country what it says it is
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| Still dream in the vividest living color
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| No matter how many times my love been smothered
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| Who’s ever above us won’t just let us suffer
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| All of this struggling got to amount to something
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| This is a letter to my countrymen
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| Especially those my age and younger than
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| We’re up against an ugly trend
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| Everybody’s hustling, don’t nobody touch their friends
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| No group singing and dancing
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| No anthem nobody holds hands, and…
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| Instead they give you a handheld
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| And make you shoulder life’s burden by your damn self
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| One thing that can’t be debated
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| Power never changed on it’s own you got to make it
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| That’s why community is so sacred
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| That’s the symbol that we make when we raise fists
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| Chorus: «Sooner or later»
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| We don’t really like to talk about the race thing
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| The whole grandparents used to own slaves thing
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| Pat ourselves on the back in February
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| Looking at pictures of Abe Lincoln and the great King
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| But the real picture’s much more embarrassing
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| We’re still not even close to really sharing things
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| The situation of oppressed people
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| Shows what we feel it means to be a human being
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| What does it mean to be American?
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| I think the struggle to be free is our inheritance
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| And if we say it how it really is
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| We know our lily skin still give us privilege
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| Advantage is given to the few
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| That are built into the roots of our biggest institutions
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| That’s the truth in life we got to choose
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| Do I fight in the movement or think I’m entitled to it
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| This is not a practice life
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| This is the big game we got to attack it right
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| Each one of us is headed for the grave
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| This old crooked world won’t be saved by the passive type
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| This is a letter to my countrymen
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| Not from a Democrat or a Republican
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| But one among ya
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| That’s why you call me Brother
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| Ain’t scared to tell you we’re in trouble cause I love you
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| Chorus:"Sooner or later"
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| They tell me I’m a dreamer, they ridicule
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| They feel defeated, old, bitter, and cynical
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| Excuse me but I see it from a different view
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| I still believe in what a driven few could really do
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| I know that the masses want to sleep
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| And they would just rather hear me rapping to the beat
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| But I want to pass this planet to my son
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| A little better than it was when they handed it to me
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| So
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| I wrote a letter to my countrymen
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| I’ll be happy if it only reaches one of them
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| Reporting live A-L-I, your brother
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| Mourning in America, dreaming in color
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| My dear Brother Ali, I think you know deep down in your soul that something,
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| something just ain’t right. |
| You don’t want to be just well adjusted to
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| injustice and well adapted to indifference. |
| You want to be a person with
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| integrity who leaves a mark on the world. |
| People can say when you go that you
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| left the world just a little better than you found it. |
| I understand.
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| I want to be like that too |