| So much potential in this world, a women that grew up from a girl now gives
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| life.
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| Take a bullet for her in that same night.
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| Hundreds march minus Leonidas bullets take flight.
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| Len bias is an example of how our youth dies.
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| Ben Wilson embodied as the truth in our two eyes, 2 shots, then I get cold feet
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| before the sun rise.
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| Same situation in a badwagon freedom seeking.
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| There was a time when you came together for the right reasons and escaping out
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| of a world of backlases and not eating.
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| So meet by the water.
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| Let me go white demons!
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| Last thought was moses when they applied treason.
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| The miracle of spreading the river.
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| How you figa I’m a nigga.
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| Am I an enigma, black as a gorilla.
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| Please women give birth to a new life, but first lets escape into the stars
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| this very night.
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| They looking in the bushes, moving fruit flies.
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| be silent as the tears dry.
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| Fuck it I know my people a love to be uplifted.
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| Finally I get it.
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| That they rather see us as entertainers.
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| Instead of artistic painters or innovators.
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| Is there a black steve jobs.
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| Are there any partakers?
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| Here’s the disclaimer.
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| Slaves of the mind, procrastinators.
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| Where’s the prosecutors when they test our patient.
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| Ain’t no justice or just fits for prior cases.
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| My country failed me when I thought we finanlly made it.
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| Now I’m waiting by the water put my trust in strangers.
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| People I didn’t know a year ago, like I thank you later, the future is born
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| immature.
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| I need an incubator.
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| Don’t abrivate my life, nomenclature.
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| The skeletons of my ancestors still remains and the ashes of emmit til washed
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| in the rain and yet my hands are still tied, lil wayne.
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| Willie lynchs psychology is imprinted in my membrane.
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| How can I establish my schmatics before relapsing.
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| The avalanches blocking my passage no hourglasses.
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| Back full of cicatrice, k-9 mismatches.
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| Barks echoing through overpasses.
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| Seen death coming like pharohs in a gold casket.
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| In Vietnam they filled us with heroine.
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| Fiends in the hood shouting over the intercom, where crack is shaped like a
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| Pentagon.
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| Found a pot to piss in cause im feeling numb.
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| Kids serving adults like a homeless shelter.
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| seen my dad smoke it now selling it to make my life better.
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| Crack music like my life is an acoustic found flaws in the rubric like I’m the
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| only black student.
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| Not talking for your amusement, are minds have been polluted, they treat us
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| like we are mutants, black soldiers aren’t saluted, are meaning is so
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| translucent, in the eyes of the bluest, straight Judas in the blueprint,
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| the memories of kings and Queens buried in the ruins, fuck us we only human.
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| Though our skills are proven, they pat on the back call it the Patrick Ewing.
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| Through our evolution, those who helped, only met execution.
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| Now we stand to get our schooling, only to be denied a job so many excuses,
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| fueling up a jet to repopulate China, if my freedom was so free why are taxes
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| getting hiya.
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| Found heaven in a woman North to south her Carolina.
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| We forge fire out of her mouth, the voice of mariah.
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| They sell us short Nick Cannon call a cease fire, now our wives leave us for
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| paler skins and the dna of a monkeys saliva, they want children out of our
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| women’s vagina, black equals survivors, straight hair on it, there’s a
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| Columbian supplier.
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| When you thought this country was bias, a bunch of liars, if you came from the
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| hood we just replicate the outsiders.
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| Stand up for everything and lie down for nothing, even when I’m fucking,
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| put the P before the U like a Republican, once you fuck up yo life ain’t no
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| mulligan.
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| Can only do a 180 when police cuffin.
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| Handwritten that they saw me doing something.
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| Associated cause my skin tinted, inaugurated and I’m still different,
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| they got sun burned and made black children, so I guess the facts are still
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| hidden, in my opinion, these new editions are full of fiction.
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| My attempts are futile?
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| Stop bitchin!
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| We was supposed to live in hills and pick cotton, even when we fall at war,
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| we’re still forgotten, i keep running forward, I’m a titan, Chris Johnson.
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| They leave us out to dry, and i ain’t speaking jargon.
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| To them are freedom aint nothing, they own everything and use us to get rich,
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| you work hard might get a tenth, you walk by then thinking you mixed,
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| and they would treat you as equals, instead they treat you like shit.
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| Entrapped in prism, i got the rhythm, if i don’t dance or rap, i get caught in
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| the system.
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| Catching a case will stop my momentum.
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| Kill someone in self defense and they the victim. |