| So, I hit 'em with this purpose and this passion
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| It’s hits in catalogs and my shit soundin' everlastin'
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| My flows is bottomless, that’s unlimited with every basket
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| These days, you can only preach religion if you on acid
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| Ask your pastor 'bout the shit that he be passin'
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| They teach false Greek philosophies in college classes
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| That’s the reason we rock number 7 like Colin Kaepernick
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| We on y’all asses, tried to burn our history to ashes
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| Hold on, we the chosen ones, let me talk
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| I made sure that I would have somethin' to say to y’all
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| Protest peace, take a knee for justice and they chase you off
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| Y’all read The New Jim Crow, we don’t even got to break the law
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| We’re the new activists, I got a lot to say
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| Screamin' Black Power and I’m proud of my Rasta ways
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| The Black man, with a cost, no, don’t hit him with it
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| Even though they did us dirty and we’re still livin' with it
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| I’m trying to make this thing like a nipple piercing
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| Breakin' down doors, like fuck what I’m interfering
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| Fuck any nigga that secretly work for the Willie Lynch’s
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| Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and you
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| Workin' day and night for my kids, that’s why I’m casually gone
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| Black man, be better fathers, don’t be absent from home
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| I’m workin' day and night, always trying to be a better man
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| But the policeman don’t think that’s what I’m actually on
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| Locked away like a slave, they only killin' our mindsets
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| In an age of color-blindness, I tried to kill 'em with kindness
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| It worked until it didn’t
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| How I’m s’posed to feel when I see
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| All these Black and Brown convictions, lookin' like a color convention
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| We out here trying to fight a system that’s workin' against us
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| Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?
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| Every day I ask myself this question
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| What more do you want from me?
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| Lauryn Hill’s soul flowin' through my pen (yeah)
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| How you gon' win, if you ain’t right within? |
| (word)
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| How you gon' win, if you ain’t right within? |
| (within)
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| The devil is the man that tried to right the sins (talk to 'em)
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| Lauryn Hill’s soul flowin' through my pen (yeah)
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| How you gon' win, if you ain’t right within? |
| (word)
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| How you gon' win, if you ain’t right within? |
| (within)
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| The devil is the man that tried to right the sins
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| Ancestors speakin' through me, that’s why I’m brave
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| I got Harriet genetics, Motherland in me
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| Just a queen in this thing with a message to bring
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| The apple never falls far, so what’s the fruit without trees?
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| What’s the trees without roots, we all connected like limbs
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| If real recognize real, I got a soul like a hymn
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| Back to more important matters, like love and Black lives
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| They tried to keep us in the hole, like balls in the back nine
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| But see it’s power in numbers, I ain’t talkin' the minutes
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| The 15 don’t apply until we walk in the spirit
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| That’s why we’re here, the plan is really simple assignments
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| The Almighty behind me, got Dizzy Wright to the left of me
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| Man and woman alignment, we be in sync like Justin and them
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| We push on and go forward like gusts in the wind
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| The 8th wonder’s really us, let me give you the proof
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| If what I’m sayin' ain’t the truth, then tell me the use
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| Of them killin' our youth, our rights, our sons and our daughters
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| Our patriarchs and our mamas
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| That’s a question that you got to ask yourself
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| But always know that God’s people prevail, weather’s forever fail
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| Long as we can inhale, yeah it’s Heaven wherever we at
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| When the final hour comes, I pray your hearts are intact
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| Forgive them Father, when it hurts so bad
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| We all lost a couple ones, but stay on your path, my nigga
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| Lauryn Hill’s soul flowin' through my pen (yeah)
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| How you gon' win, if you ain’t right within? |
| (word)
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| How you gon' win, if you ain’t right within? |
| (within)
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| The devil is the man that tried to right the sins (talk to 'em)
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| Lauryn Hill’s soul flowin' through my pen (yeah)
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| How you gon' win, if you ain’t right within? |
| (word)
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| How you gon' win, if you ain’t right within? |
| (within)
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| The devil is the man that tried to right the sins |