| Try to save the world
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| Said I’d try to save the world
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| If I could wipe away all your tears
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| And then fight away all the fears you have
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| I’d try to save the world
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| Something’s missin' my friend
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| Cuz I’m no different than them no
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| I’m no Superman
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| Yuh C’mon
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| I’m no Superman
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| And it’s wild cuz as a child
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| I never thought about bread much
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| But look at us now
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| It could be a couple dollars we head bust
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| And getting money’s a head rush
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| And they say dirty cash don’t last
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| But it fed us you square nigga
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| You don’t know what it’s like mane
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| Up all night on dirty knees counting G’s in the dice game
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| And the first ice chain that you got from the white ‘caine
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| Was like brain from a tight dame, aight mane?
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| The bread got this pleasure effect I can’t explain
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| But I ain’t playin' it’s better than sex
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| So good you can’t settle for less
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| Can’t let it to rest
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| Despite the beef and the federal threats
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| It starts off with the littlest things
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| From weed, skittles, to beam
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| Before you know it you done crippled your dream
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| They addicted to white
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| But we addicted to green
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| Let’s keep it real we the wickedest fiends for real
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| If I could wipe away all your tears
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| And fight away all the fears you have
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| I’d try to save the world
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| But something’s missin' my friend
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| Cuz I’m no different than them
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| Oh no I’m no Superman
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| Yeah for real
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| I wish that I could save the world
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| I wish that I could save the world
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| I’m no Superman
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| Yeah I used to say I need more than a few chips
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| I’m trying to be so ballin' my heart can’t even get broke
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| I’m too rich
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| Started off with a few zips and I can’t lie
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| Most I ever moved at one time was two bricks
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| Hah, but I still felt like Nino Brown
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| I could still hear the haters saying «he gon' drown»
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| Huh. |
| I thought bread was my life vest
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| I just never seen nothin' this priceless
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| I guess I never thought about the hurt that I caused
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| Until I seen that little kid die for work that was ours
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| Huh, and ain’t nothin gone take that pain
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| Ain’t no money gone make that change
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| I gotta take that mane
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| Huh, I saw myself in his eyes
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| But bread talked too loud to hear his helpless cries
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| And that’s the cold thing ‘bout greed
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| Can’t help but wonder if one day that’s gon' be my seed
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| If I could wipe away all your tears
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| And fight away all the fears you have
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| I’d try to save the world
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| But something’s missin' my friend
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| Cuz I’m no different than them
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| No I’m no Superman
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| Yeah for real
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| I wish that I could save the world, I do
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| I’m no Superman
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| You might be the type to say
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| «Mane it’s just a little bit of hustlin'»
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| Look at the pen ain’t just a little bit of us in
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| Tahachapi to Folsom, San Quentin and Riker’s
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| Eight out of ten men locked up act just like us
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| With the exception of the pedophiles and rapists
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| Most of ‘em gangsters that been about they paper
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| Greed’s an indiscriminate drug
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| No love
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| It’s just money women and blood
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| School system is failing and abandoning kids
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| Meanwhile these jails just be handlin' biz
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| Cuz they don’t know how to read that well
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| But they sure know how to read that scale
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| This is real life
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| Hang too much on the curb to encourage ‘em to transfer
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| From servin' to being surgeons
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| They quick to say we fell through the cracks
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| But the truth is we black and we fell to the traps
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| Yeah so we fell to the traps
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| Sometime’s you gotta go through hell to get back
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| I’d give anything just to bring my relatives back
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| To beat the system we gotta prevail and adapt
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| If I could wipe away all your tears
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| And fight away all the fears you have
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| I’d try to save the world
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| I’m no Superman |