| From day to day we live
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| searching for our identity
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| while the rich man says
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| we are a menace to society
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| but they dont know what its like (they dont know)
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| what its really like
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| what its really like
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| Chorus
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| To face real ghetto pain
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| to face real ghetto pressure
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| to face real ghetto pain
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| to face real ghetto pressure
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| Verse 2
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| On and on we go
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| for it we try to uphold
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| our brothers turn to crime
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| killing each other for a dime
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| while the opressor say
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| that turnin to qualities
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| is the only way
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| Chorus
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| We face real ghetto pain
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| we face pain pressure
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| we face real ghetto pain
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| we face real pressure
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| Verse 3
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| One day one day the table will turn
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| and to all me out there (to all me out there)
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| beware for our barriers will burn (burn burn burn)
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| Verse 3
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| Chorus
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| repeats verse 3 and chorus |