| «Love is the center, together we can work it out
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| If we ever needed love, we need it right now, right now»
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| «Love is the center, together we can work it out
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| If we ever needed love, we need it right now, right now»
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| Yo, how much pain can one-man take
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| A woman and child step over crack valves
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| Blood in the streets, thugs and the creeps
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| Dilapidated playgrounds where kids play
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| Broke swings and glass
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| Dirt for grass, they run and they laugh
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| Benz parked by the projects, Idle objects
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| Kids stare hypnotized by the chrome glare
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| You got dope fiends nodding on the fences
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| Young brother smoke a blunt
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| Selling two for fives on the benches
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| Syringes all through the gutters and haze waters
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| Police holding parts of these streets to blaze on us
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| Drunks slain on the pavement hand in a fifth
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| This ghetto life we living in, God damn it’s a bitch
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| My brothers locked up in jail, box in a cell
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| to the world is what I write in the mail
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| Streets is infested with drugs, crips and bloods
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| And every corner there’s a thug but ain’t no motherfucking love
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| Word up
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| «Love is the center, together we can work it out
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| If we ever needed love, we need it right now, right now»
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| «Love is the center, together we can work it out
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| If we ever needed love, we need it right now, right now»
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| Yo gray skies cover my city
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| Black clouds and rain drops
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| Well, when the pain stop?
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| You got run down apartment rentals
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| No heat, it’s cold in these streets
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| Gets hungry, no food to eat
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| Hear babies crying, young black men’s dying
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| Single mothers giving up in the world, keep trying
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| Gun shots ricochet on bricks from the building
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| It’s sick, and this ain’t no place to raise children
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| They rather go to war and buy guns for six billion
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| Keep us in the hood right next to all the killing
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| Murals painted on the walls, ghetto gravesites
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| , like it’s coming to life
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| When you walk past, say a prayer
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| Pour out ya beer
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| Reminisce all the time when ya nigga was here
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| Son you never feel the pain till the shit hits home
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| Son you never feel the pain till it’s one of your own
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| Where’s the love?
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| Yo I wanna say rest in peace to my nigga Jam Master Jay man
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| Word up, it’s all love my nigga
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| To all my niggas in the streets, the fallen soldiers
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| Keep ya guns up niggas, word up
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| See y’all niggas soon, man, I’m out
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| «Love is the center, together we can work it out
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| If we ever needed love, we need it right now, right now»
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| «Love is the center, together we can work it out
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| If we ever needed love, we need it right now, right now» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where’s the Love, artist - Fredro Starr. Album song Don't Get Mad Get Money, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп