| The edge of my bed, cleaning my .45
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| I support a change but don’t support no lie
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| Oil for blood, offshore drilling
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| Will it put an end to this onshore killings? | 
| No!
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| debate on Obama McCain, man
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| They sell you a dream, they all of the same men
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| That’s why we gotta come up with a game plan
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| Cop guns illegally and know where to aim them
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| When shit goes down will you bitch niggas be ready
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| And beef on your block making you breath heavy
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| Distribute claim, look like desert storm
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| Tanks barrel trough your spot then you know it’s on
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| My decoration, written in blood
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| Dirty politics’ll learn to clean up with a slug
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| At the White House with my army from the slums
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| We wanna portion of the cake you’re feeding us crumbs
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| Left wing right wing all believing we dumb
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| We need more leadership to start teaching our young
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| Street and heat reaching let 'em breach with a gun
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| Arrest the president we intelligent hoodlums
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| What you call change? | 
| When ain’t shit changed
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| Same struggle, same game, ain’t shit changed
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| What you call pain? | 
| Different days same shit
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| Same pain, same brain what changed? | 
| Ain’t shit
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| What you call change? | 
| When ain’t shit changed
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| Same struggle, same game, ain’t shit changed
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| What you call pain? | 
| Different days same shit
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| Same pain, same brain, what changed? | 
| Ain’t shit
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| Uh, can’t explain what’s wrong with the new world
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| Need to figure it out, before I have my new girl
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| No change can rearrange my game plan
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| So I gotta keep a level here, for the sake of fam
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| Can’t rob an innocent man
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| Gotta set a good example for my children and all
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| The Recession is depressing but I overcome quick
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| Every time I get low, God bless you with a gift, shit
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| What the fuck was I thinking for real
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| Mom taught me better thou shalt not kill or steal
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| Thou shalt not back down, when time’s rough
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| Go get your paper, player, times ain’t that tough
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| Mike Tyson lost a job people please pay attention
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| Accidents happen every single minute and you stressing
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| The root of evil, you ain’t even watching your people
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| Barack can’t save lives and the Lord ain’t evil, so
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| Peep the face that you see in the mirror
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| Deal with the words while the message starts to get clearer
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| Never fear a, soul cause they’re God’s creation
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| Buckle up your seat belt and get ready for the races |