| I’ve seen streets we’re youth are forced to take the long way home
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| And I’ve seen mothers mourn the loss of there only born
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| Still I believe we are given nothin more than we can beg
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| A vision is only blurred when life seems unfair
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| Who am I to judge the man with the needle in his veins
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| When hes just chasing freedom to escape the pain
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| Of the worlds fastpaced pipedreams and shortcomings
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| Hes just trying to make do and find a way out of nothing
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| Its like we damned if we do and damned if we don’t
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| And it’s a very thin line between respect and being broke
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| And being one red button away from world war three
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| Always called the minority
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| And always always pulled over
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| Facing police brutality
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| Why is every street a living hell
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| Probably cause they want us to fail
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| Yeah three strikes and surely back to jail
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| Like the slave ships when they sail
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| Years and years of civil rights chasing to pass that bill
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| But ask yourself people have we changed or are we standing still
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| Down and out struggling
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| In this concrete jungle
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| One check away from starvation, poverty
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| But they say being free is about speaking your mind
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| Prophesise too much and that’s where they draw the line
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| A line as thin as the line between war and peace
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| A line as thin as the line between west and east
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| One button away from world war III
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| Being called a minority
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| And being pulled always being pulled over and subject to brutality
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| Why is every street like a living hell
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| Probably cause they all just want us to fail
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| And three strikes and surely back to jail
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| Like the slaves ship when they sail but they don’t know that
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| My people whose pains are cornered
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| My peoples all shapes and colours
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| My peoples got more peoples with ills
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| That’s more peoples more sistas and brothas
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| My people stay strong as an ox
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| My peoples will never fail
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| My peoples will always remain
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| Remain with a story to tell
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| My peoples was paints on the door
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| My peoples all shapes and colours
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| My peoples got more peoples with ills
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| That’s more people more sistaz and brothaz
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| My people stay strong as an ox
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| My peoples will never fail
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| My peoples will always remain
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| Remain with a story to tell
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| My peoples was paints on the door
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| My peoples all shapes and colours
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| My peoples got more peoples in jail
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| That’s more people than sistaz and brothaz
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| My people stay strong as an ox
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| My peoples will never fail
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| My peoples will always remain
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| Remain with a story to tell
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| My peoples was paints on the door
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| My peoples all shapes and colours
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| My peoples got more peoples with ills
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| More people more sistaz and brothers
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| My people stay strong as an ox
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| My peoples will never fail
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| My peoples will always remain
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| Remain with a story to tell |