| Yeah
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| If fairytales are true, yeah
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| Fairy tales are stories with lessons and allegories
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| That tell us about the world that could be
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| But I see no mention of bad shorties or niggas sippin' on forties
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| No heroes inside a book look like me
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| I don’t ever mourn my childhood
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| Know my folks is happy that they child good
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| Imperative a narrative reflect what’s up in my hood
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| Figured that the remedy is simple
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| Let’s make a couple hits for all the kids that need a symbol
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| Let’s remind them that they matter, the media can chatter
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| And peer into their lives to form statistics, like we data
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| Spin a yarn 'bout candy ladies or 'bout waking up on Saturday
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| Mama blasting gospel, cleanin' house gon' take 'bout half the day
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| Afterwards, we pass a J, think of all who passed away
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| Smoke blown out the window
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| That’s a sin, though, know what Pastor say
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| In services 'til late noon, wafers paired with grape juice
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| Create a classic spittin' 'bout some shit we can relate to
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| 'Cause ain’t nobody talking bout a beanstalk, nigga
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| Lemme tell you when the threes drop, nigga
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| We get higher than the treetops, nigga
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| Pied Piper gone to jail because the streets talk, nigga
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| Role models only real until the beat stop, nigga
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| Karens love the coloreds if it’s Deepak, nigga
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| But her walls so dry, call it sheet rock, nigga
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| This is heat rock, bigger than the world that I’m livin' in
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| If I gotta kill a beat, I’ll make it deliberate
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| Fee fi fo fum, we live, go dumb
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| Get a little streetwear, now you think you know some
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| Show and tell, dress up, little weird after you four-some
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| Fiendin' for oppression, I can really let you hold some
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| Better bet they show they ass, better bet I throw sum
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| Jumpin' through the hoop like an acrobat
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| Then a nigga jump into the booth after passin' that
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| My people the truth and so it’s true, they be after that |