| I used to dream every night, now I never dream at all
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| Hopin' that it’s cause I’m livin' everything I want
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| Used to wake up in a bed between my mom and aunt
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| Playing with this Land Before Time toy from Pizza Hut
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| My dad works nights
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| Putting on a stone face
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| He’s saving up so we can get our own place
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| In the projects, man that sounds fancy to me
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| They called me fat nose, my mom say you handsome to me
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| Mrs. Glover ma’am, your son is so advanced
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| But he’s acting up in class and keeps peeing in his pants
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| And I just wanna fit in, but nobody was helping me out
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| They talking hood shit and I ain’t know what that was about
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| Cause hood shit and black shit is super different
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| So I’m talking hood shit and cool it now like New Edition
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| Mom and dad wouldn’t listen
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| They left the Bronx so I wouldn’t be that
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| All their friends in NY deal crack
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| It’s weird, you think that they’d be proud of 'em
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| But when you leave the hood they think that you look down on 'em
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| The truth is we still struggle on a different plane
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| 7 dollars an hour, WIC vouchers, it’s all the same
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| Facebook messaging hopin' that could patch up shit
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| But all they get now is, «Can your son read this script?»
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| There’s a world we can visit if we go outside
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| Outside, outside
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| We can follow the road
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| There’s a world we can visit if we go outside
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| Outside, outside
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| No one knows
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| There’s a world we can visit if we go outside
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| Outside, outside
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| We can follow the road
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| There’s a world we can visit if we go outside
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| Outside, outside
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| No one knows
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| Yeah
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| Dad lost his job
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| Mama worked at Mrs. Winner’s
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| Gun pulled in her face
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| She still made dinner
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| «Donald watch the meter
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| So they don’t turn the lights off»
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| Workin' two jobs so I can get into that white school
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| And I hate it there
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| They all make fun of my clothes and wanna touch my hair
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| And my uncle on that stuff that got my Grandma shook
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| Drug dealers roughed him up and stole his address book
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| He’s supposed to pay ‘em back
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| He owe 'em money but his bank account is zero
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| So my momma made us sleep with Phillips heads under the pillow
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| Like that would do somethin'
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| But she’s got six kids, she’s gotta do somethin'
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| She don’t want me in a lifestyle like my cousin
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| And he mad cause his father ain’t around
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| He lookin' at me now, like
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| «Why you so fuckin lucky?
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| I had a father too
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| But he ain’t around so I’mma take it out on you»
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| We used to say «I love you»
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| Now we only think that shit
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| It feels weird that you’re the person I took sink baths with
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| Street took you over
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| I want my cousin back
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| The world sayin' what you are because you’re young and black
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| Don’t believe ‘em
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| You’re still that kid that kept the older boys from teasin'
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| For some reason
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| Can you hear me now?
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| Can you hear me now?
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| Oh, help us Lord
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| Oh, baby baby baby |