| Can’t come around
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| They gon’wanna bring you down
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| No one knows just what’s inside
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| Doing dope and doing time
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| Why they messing with your mind
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| Black maybe…
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| I heard a white man’s yes
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| Is a black maybe
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| I was delivered in this world
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| As a crack baby
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| Hard for me to pay attention
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| And I act crazy
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| Gotta get over from the tip
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| I watch the fat lady sing a song
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| On how we guerillas in warfare
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| And I’m the kingest kong
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| They say we dreamin wrong
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| Them same strips that them older cats lingered on Now the walgreens is gone
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| Hope is killed fiends are born
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| We leanin on a wall that ain’t that ain’t stable
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| Its hard to turn on the hood that made you
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| To leave We afraid to the same streets that raised you
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| Can aid you. |
| What other black births came suit
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| the rage up in harlem and the southside
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| Brothers is starving with there mouth wide open
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| Floating across state got the workout plans so they can move weight
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| The fate of the black man, woman, and child maybe
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| He had game since he used to hoop at chattum
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| Neither the ghetto nor defenders could trap him
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| The stones had his back and they’d pat him
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| He was living a life they couldn’t fathom
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| Colleges getting at him with all type of scholarships
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| Even if he went they knew he’d leave college quick
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| For the pros the one from the hood that was chose
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| The black rose that grew in the jungle
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| But humble stud still had rumble in his blood
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| Women all around giving him trouble love
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| You know the love when you up they down
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| Cause you wrap a ball they round
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| Your win is their crown
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| Dudes in the circle he known for years
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| Shared beers and cheers but chose different careers
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| when paper and fame came they ain’t know how to react
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| Them same studs shot him in the back
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| Now that’s black… maybe
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| When we talk about black maybe
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| We talk about situations
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| Of people of color and because you are that color
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| You endure obstacles and opposition
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| And not all the time from… from other nationalities
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| Sometimes it come from your own kind
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| Or maybe even your own mind
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| You get judged. |
| you get laughed at. |
| you get looked at wrong
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| You get sighted for not being strong
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| The struggle of just being you
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| The struggle of just being us. |
| black maybe
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| black maybe… |