| Not again, give me a break
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| Lord it be, why’s it happening?
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| Seems to be a common theme
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| Has me climb the steps of dreams
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| All need to satisfy
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| Deep desires, step through the fire
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| It’s the name of the game
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| No pain, no gain
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| It’s the claim to fame
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| As black people, success we admire
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| Desire the tire and believe every liar
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| We ain’t owners, we consumers and buyers
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| Running on rims, not tires
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| In my neighborhood everything hire
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| For the coldplay Robin Hood, we the supplier
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| Times are dyer, mine’s enquire
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| It’s like blaming the fire department for the fire
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| We all can achieve the American dream
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| Just ask the poorest, believe in justice
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| Things can always be worse than they seem, yeah
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| You got to strive for as long as you breathe, babe
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| For when things get hard, (?)
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| Don’t do a stupid move
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| Stop worrying about who is who
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| Doing you, screwing you
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| Suturing you threw it through
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| Life is less than a tennis shoe
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| First it’s me, then it’s you
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| Look at the world from a better view
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| From my position and point of view
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| You can point at me, I can point at you
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| They take away more from the many and less from the few
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| Can much believe anything can be our eye
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| Keep the games on your eye beam on the sky
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| Note that all of the pain you feel will pass you by
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| Just rest assure, yeah, everything will be alright, alright
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| And it’ll be alright, be alright
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| Yes, it will, rest assure, yeah |