| Where there’s health neglect
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| There’s no self-respect
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| But what else you expect?
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| Look how they dealt the deck
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| We inherited stress
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| Had to bury our best
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| Martin, Malcolm X
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| Bullet holes in they chest
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| We adapt to the struggle
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| Only way we survive
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| Eating scraps from the table
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| But it kept us alive
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| Making something from nothing
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| Still we hope for the best
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| Making miracles happen, daily coping with less
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| Scar strangled banner
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| Scar strangled banner
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| Scar strangled banner
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| Raised in the ghetto
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| Singing songs — called survival
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| But eating soul food to
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| Have you dead on arrival
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| Hand on the rifle
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| Other hand on the bible
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| Strong as an ox
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| But look at what you put inside you
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| We resillient beings
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| Do the silliest things
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| Know better than you better
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| Cause that’s what experience brings
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| Break out of jail
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| But can you break out a sickle cell?
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| We say we livin well
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| But we living in hell
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| We already been to the other side
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| We ain’t turning back, now we choose a lie
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| To many goodbyes, and that ain’t right
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| We feel it inside, it’s time to fight
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| We already been to the other side
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| We ain’t turning back, now we choose a lie
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| To many goodbyes, and that ain’t right
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| We feel it inside, it’s time to fight
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| We glues to the TV screen commercials in-between
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| Crack Donalds, Murda King
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| What happened to eat your greens?
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| Eatin some or anything, abusing Mary Jane
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| Chinese chicken wings, everyday hood thing
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| 5 hour energy, red bull and Hennessey
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| Head bobbin but the organs full of toxicity
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| Pack a cool menthol, nicotine pit fall
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| They have the nerve to
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| Put cool on the pack so they can trick y’all
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| Slave to the Dutch master
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| Colon cancer victim
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| Tell you on the package
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| But we still blame the system
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| No squares in my circle
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| Screw all that sippin purple
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| I’m tryina live to my potential
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| Age is just a number
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| A G preserve his temple
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| A G control his temper
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| No discipline, you slippin
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| No toxins in my kitchen
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| Slavery is over cousin
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| But then at lunch it wasn’t
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| If food is the last plantation
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| Then I’m Harriet Tubman
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| Advocating colonics
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| Saving my lungs from chronic
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| But you can’t free a slave
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| Unless he knows he’s in bondage
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| (You wanna get freaky? Let’s go)
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| You can’t free a slave
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| Unless he knows he’s in bondage |