| And we gon' take y’all
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| All the way to heaven
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| This evening, okay?
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| So clap your hands
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| Clap your hands
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| Clap your hands, yeah.
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| Let see now
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| How should I start this
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| Where should I begin
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| Somewhere in the middle
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| How about near the end
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| Better yet how about my birth
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| The day I came into this earth
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| And now my soul can down to search
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| And for what I don’t know
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| Always was poor
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| Borrow bread from the white folks next door
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| Step daddy would’ve switch
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| Never taught me how to pitch a baseball
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| And what the hell is basketball y’all
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| But all at all it was all for the good
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| The better so hand me down that sweater
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| Don’t wanna catch a cold
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| Life will get better
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| That’s what I was told
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| It just kept getting old
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| Even though I got eyes of my own
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| What I’ve seen is how I’ve grown
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| Poet pass the weak I let it be known
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| I gotta get this life right
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| One day you’re here the next you’re gone
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| And that’s your birth right here
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| All the way to heaven
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| Ain’t no stopping us
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| Me you her him
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| In God you trust, uh
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| Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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| 'Til I die I shed light
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| Cause that’s a must
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| As time goes by
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| In a blink of an eye
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| Can’t seem to figure life out
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| No matter how hard I try
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| How to separate the truth from the lie
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| The truth let it be known
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| He who don’t sin cast the first stone
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| And what is love?
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| This is what love is
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| My brothers and sisters
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| Fathers and mothers cousins and kins
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| Love was here before this world begin
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| So get up on your girl
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| Before it comes to a end yeah
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| All my friends and foes
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| Love now 'fore hate grows this I know
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| And I guess I always knew
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| There’s a little hate in me as well as you
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| But it’s okay, we’ll all work it out someday
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| We’ll all be together
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| Cause after death it only gets better
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| So don’t sweat the technique
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| That God chose
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| I ain’t playing with what I’m saying
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| Only God knows
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| All the way to heaven
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| Ain’t no stopping us
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| Me you her him
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| In God you trust
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| Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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| 'Til I die I shed light
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| Cause that’s a must
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| I do a thing
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| And this is what I bring
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| To one can pull my strings
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| Our haters close your jaws
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| And let me do my thing
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| Clear up in minds
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| If you see confine
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| The true joy that life can bring, yeah
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| I know the end is near
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| Seeing it everywhere
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| In the skies the governments got alibis
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| And who did what and where
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| Look at the clothes you wear, uh
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| Idolizing names pumping the wrong people up
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| And guess his name
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| There’s better things to do
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| Between me and you
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| I’d like this world to last
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| And not die out so fast
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| Arm to the future and outwith the past
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| Arm to the future and outwith the past
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| All the way to heaven
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| Ain’t no stopping us
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| Me you her him
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| In God you trust, uh
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| Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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| 'Til I die I shed light
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| Cause that’s a must, yeah
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| All the way to heaven
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| Ain’t no stopping us |