| I believe in the light that shines and will never die
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| Oh I believe the fire burns, we stay alive
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| They will talk about us
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| Like they talked about the kings before us
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| They will talk about us
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| These are the words of a believer, achiever, leader of the globe
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| Feeding souls of those in need
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| I bleed the blood of the struggle
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| Walking over troubled puddles
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| Hustles in my chest, no hustle no progress
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| Extremities of life and it’s process
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| Birth of a son, death of another
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| With love I can rest both mothers
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| And told ‘em, who’s in control is the one thats above us
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| I walk where money talks and love stutters
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| Body language of a nation going through changes
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| The young become dangerous, pain gets spent into anger
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| Anger gets sent through the chamber
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| It’s tough when your own look like strangers
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| We are the sons of gangsters and stone rangers
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| If he could how would Ernie Barnes paint us
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| Look at the picture, hard not to blame us
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| But time forgives and the Chi where the young die often
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| Do they end up in a coffin because we haven’t taught them?
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| Is it what we talking we really ain’t walking
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| Dudes, hustlers pay, how much did it cost ‘em?
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| Find myself on the same corner that we lost ‘em
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| Real talking, in they ear like a walkman
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| Thoughts spin around the corner to the World
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| When I see them, I see my baby girl
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| Believe
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| I believe in the light that shines and will never die
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| Oh I believe the fire burns, we stay alive
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| They will talk about us
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| Like they talked about the kings before us
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| They will talk about us
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| The lord lives among us
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| The young guns hunger become a means to get it
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| By any means necessary, under pressure
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| Children feeling lesser, with the steel up on the dresser
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| Killin' will aggressors, destiny’s children
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| Survivors, soldiers, in front of buildings they eyes look older
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| Hard to see blessings in the violent culture
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| Face against weapons, sirens, holsters
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| That aint the way that Langston Hughes wrote us
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| Soul controllers on the shoulders of Moses and Noah
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| We go from being oppressors to Oprah
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| Cultivated to overcome ever since we came overseas
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| Today and the way that you can see we determined
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| Solar keeps burning, shawty’s know to keep learning
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| Lesson’s in our life, but life stripes that we earning
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| Took raps advice that Christ is returning
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| Like a thief in the night, I write the beacons of light
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| For those of us in dark alleys and parched valleys
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| Street kids spark rallies of the conscience conquerors of a contest
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| That seems beyond us, even through the unseen, I know that God watches
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| From one King’s dream he was able to Barack us
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| The prophets, nothing can stop us
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| Believe
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| I believe in the light that shines and will never die
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| Oh I believe the fire burns, we stay alive
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| They will talk about us
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| Like they talked about the kings before us
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| They will talk about us
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| I know I know I know our dreams won’t turn to dust
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| They will talk about us
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| I know I know I know our dreams won’t turn to dust
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| They will talk about us
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| I know I know I know our dreams won’t turn to dust
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| They will talk about us |