| My way might not be your way
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| But it’s okay
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| It’s alright, your way might not be my way
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| But it’s okay
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| It’s alright
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| Yea, I used to go to church
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| But the church didn’t quench my thirst
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| Mama taught me to put god first
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| But she never tried to block my search
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| I was curious, young but serious
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| Why’s religion so mysterious
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| Why is black life so hard?
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| They say you’re not supposed to question God
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| Well is it okay to question the pastor?
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| Was it passed down from the slave-master?
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| It was only the truth I was after
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| But I never could get a straight answer
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| So I couldn’t be late to the sermon
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| Put down the bible, then I start learning
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| About life, didn’t know where the path would lead
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| But I had to get off my knees
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| I build with the fire that’s in us
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| Only God within us, it’s no limits
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| Study the metu neter from chemic
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| Also I remembered
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| Smoke herb with the Rastafarians
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| Who my locks became a vegetarian
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| Following the tao, filling what the bible lacks
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| Jewels being handed to a innocent child
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| My mind is a Buddhist temple, the truth is simple
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| I try to be principle
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| Walking with a warrior spirit
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| It ain’t nothing like learning from first hand life experience
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| I’m a realist, that’s all I deal with
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| Respect the truth, that’s all I build with
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| A child of the universe
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| My religion is life and it’s just as valid
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| I strive for balance
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| I gotta admit, I don’t know
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| End to end which way it’s gonna go
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| Why we sit by the project window?
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| And started living off the land with my kin folk
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| Is there even a master plan?
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| An unseen hand? |
| Is God a man?
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| Some say that’s sacrilegious
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| Same folks selling us lies about Christmas
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| Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny
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| Just so the capitalists can make money
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| They say God will take care of it
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| But you a terrorist if you say the same thing in Arabic
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| It’s so hypocritical
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| It’s a miracle, listen to the Mexican spirituals
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| Weighed in the water, I’m following Mr. Minute
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| That turn I’m paying for my freedom
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| I’m heading for the border |