| Follower, there’s a leader in you
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| You don’t have to turn around
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| You don’t have to make the news
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| You don’t have to break a heart
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| Another mother falls apart
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| And leave her children in the dark
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| And you go hiding all your scars
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| Don’t gotta bring you to my rules, the sirens of today
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| Don’t gotta change who you are to fit in some kind of way
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| I know the worst thing about being down when you’re proud
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| Is you can’t live it out, but you gotta find a way
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| Gotta find a way
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| Where are you?
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| I need you here
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| Where are you?
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| So we all can cheer
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| I hear what the cops don’t hear
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| I hear that the streets are clear
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| I hear what you don’t think I hear
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| I hear, I hear
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| And I’m here for you
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| Somebody call 911
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| Old lady in the window, hope that’s not my son
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| Laying under them sheets, somebody just got murdered
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| Ain’t nobody seen it, but everybody they heard it
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| It was a cold night in Philly, under the moon
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| Youngin' thought he was cool, he was running with goons
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| It was summer of June, he was tucking the tool
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| He never thought the night ahead would be the one on the news
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| Cause last week he robbed Keith, but Keith wasn’t sweet
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| Caught him for 9 ounces and stuck him up with the heat
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| Karma a motherfucker, he just prayed the other week
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| But the week after he prayed, they shot him down in the streets
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| Early age to an early grave
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| Playing with them hammers in his early days
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| First class ticket to the pearly gates
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| Lash out running with the dogs
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| Why woah?
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| Not a day goes by
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| That you don’t wanna cry
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| And deep down inside
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| You living a lie
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| Whatever’s facing you
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| Put your faith into
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| Every dream is possible |