| How many more gotta die
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| How many more mothers gotta cry
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| How many more locked away for life
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| Just tryin' to get a piece of the pie
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| The struggle continues, we hate each other
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| And we don’t know the reason why, petty shit
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| Crabs in the back room, holdin' each other back
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| Until the day we die, uh
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| I been droppin' knowledge like this for a long long time
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| They don’t feel me
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| When I strive to help the dumb deaf fly
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| Long as I’m sittin' bullshit is just fine
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| But when I speak on them, that’s when they draw the line
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| Conspiracy is a theory, let’s promote the black-on-black
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| Niggas don’t know how to act
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| Let em' send each other back
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| Too many shorties dyin' everyday
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| Too many niggas bein' locked away
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| Realize what’s really goin' on
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| And how the black community got so torn
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| How many more mothers gotta mourn
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| He didn’t make eightten and he’s livin' in the lawn
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| Somebody tell me what’s that all about
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| There’s too many shorties checkin' out
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| My nigga’s locked up for a lifetime
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| Didn’t even get a chance to use his lifeline
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| The game is setup for you to lose
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| So watch the po-po cause like Tom they cruise
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| Focus get cha' head straight, fix ya plate
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| Learn from others and don’t make the same mistake
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| Know who you are, where ya at, and where ya goin'
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| The worst thing about life is not knowin'
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| Knowledge break it down it’s know to ledge
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| Cause if you don’t know the ledge you droppin' off edge
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| The hood drama is horrific
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| Enough ghetto tears for years that could fill up Pacific
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| I’m not standin' here tryin' to be no preacher
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| But each one, teach one, hope I reach ya
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| See I’m here to enter brain then I entertain
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| Those who lost one in the struggle, I feel ya pain
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| Cause everyday somebody else is gettin' blown
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| But we don’t moan until it hits close to home
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| Hear me y’all cause the numbers seem to multiply
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| And that’s the reason that I ask myself
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| How many more gotta die
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| How many more mothers gotta cry
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| How many more locked away for life
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| Just tryin' to get a piece of the pie
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| The struggle continues, we hate each other
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| And we don’t know the reason why, petty shit
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| Crabs in the back room, holdin' each other back
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| Until the day we die, uh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How Many More , by - Grand Puba. Song from the album Understand This, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп